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Oct 2014
Smashed cigarette butts.
Open Window ledges.
& absolutely ruptured heart.
Room full of white goods.
He filled up tears.
then chilled 'em.
bottles & bottles of tears.
Eventually, Freezes! bottles.
mob crystals'
hard and sensitive and tender
he thanked god.
wiped the tears
and went near to the refrigerator.
scoop of crystal,
diluted them with beer
Sigh! a big comfort.
ultimately, was DRUNK.
Pikol Pang
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   Emma Pickwick, --- and SPT
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