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BEDRAGGLED GHOST OF A SONNET
someday, baby, you know you gotta die.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
all these floppy words fumbling from obscurities. gargle and spit. watching as cerebration slops out of the pen. syrupy slew. discarded mind gulps perpetually leaking onto tattered pages. where's the plumber? dear gumption, you are lacking.
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