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Concrete Wet Dreams In A Paper Sack (Free verse) by thelonefrobros

it's impossible to cut your fear like you cut your hair so just remember your blues as you lick the bottom of my shoes hurting myself on misplaced furniture i wonder if i'll ever find a cure to the giant sore on my eyebrow the medicine's not working now i have to cut down on my sodium so i can eventually cut down on immodium...ad can you hear the screaming, yellow o's? i will eat them, but that's how it goes

nentwined 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM
Ummmmmmmmm. ok....? I don't get it at all. Especially the giant sore on your eyebrow. How do the stanzas fit together?




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