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A wasted pagetowrite uponspunk uponto cry uponrely uponyoulet me downleft me hangingbereft me, clown,used me like auseless thingand tossed meoff,aside..
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A cat's distainBrown eyewinkingmy recognition
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Still running from futurehiding from pastscared of whateverlooking for loststill breathing in fireskating on icewalking the edge by the moonscar - fac..
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BangedScratchIn boat boxStandOuch !The contextof living ina smaller placethan me
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wrioters bloc
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Disease brings me to you, my loverPoison draws me in, like a pre -menstrual sharkSickness, I bring you, every time we meetCar..
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Half shadow -Afternoon,Moon
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I read pictures in stone,in mossalgae,I hear poems and songin the turbinebehind the stagnantbrick walls of the canal,mosquitos little cousinsbite phot..
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I got Baudelairenext to Bukowskiand Rimbaud isakimboon the floorJikan is silenceand Kerouac hitsThe tarpaulindrunken bluesBakunin and Buddhachat easy ..
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