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IF ITS NOT CLASSIC
Aching innards,
The cheesy divine has poisoned me
Once again.
Lured by savory promises
Of substantiality.
Sign me a waiver
Snap stupidity
From it's perch
Press pause to dodge
These moments.
Fatten up the kill
I sing
At the bottom of my lungs
Heard by those who have ears
For my hum drum.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
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