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Sinking in bed, Can’t quite find the floor And my right foot’s Still covered sheet, With lonely, “lefty,” Somewhere south a star. I’d swallowed my tooth, Earlier, an added topping, And down went the slice – To ever remember the, “CRUNCH!” of pepperoni, so Reminded, a right hook’s sting. And she’d left the ice bucket Atop counter, The tenth time this week, But I’d only smelled her, “note,” The last I guessed And the last it ever’d be.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
If knuckles had narratives