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Monday
01Oct2007

my spicy fingers

you broke your face?

i owe you a dollar.

do you feel the rib stitch?

it's killing me,
but i'm praying.

do you notice?

the color of a beet.

is it a marathon?

it's unavoidable,
a cup of smut.

you'll answer?

i was hoping you'd say,
i can't drink this shit.

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