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Thrift Store Painting

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.

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j-carroll
Published
Aug 12, 2014
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the fridge and i are empty

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