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Aug 2014
Late at night I mimic the moon
and begin my satellite circuit
from the pantry to the fridge
peering between limp celery stalks
and old jars of cocktail sauce
the same way you **** me
when you're bored and just looking
for a quick fix between
your next game of league of legends.
the fridge and i are empty
j carroll
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