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Consumer

can you stop

prodding at

my heart

disturbing it

like a rock garden

or pooled sand

my insides are

not so zen

can be disturbed

like cold waves

and every time

I still them

arrange my

mental hair

and tuck in my

theoretical shirt

you just come down the

aisle

and unfold it all

again.

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f-white

American

Published: Nov 18, 2010
LinesWords: 2055

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