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Why I Do

WHY I DO Someone said wowAll your poems seem to be aboutDeathAnd I felt a bit of shockAnd poutAnd I wanted to crySpitDenyShoutI wanted to scream bad breathTo grace them with intestinal reminders of(Yes) deathIntestinal death-fumesLike air-shrooms of what happensIn … Continue reading

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