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Sep 2014
What's success but a bubble of lies.
Be a failure
and burst these toxic
green mists
and let the ooze run down your forehead
and into your spine
and feel failure
and feel lost.
Then you'll know of my progress.
Chase Graham
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Chase Graham  DC
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