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a poem i wrote about christmas my other stuff is alot better
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Bonds, some since childhood
nights of phone talk and cold tears -
That snug light weight of
my covers is bliss.When my -
Madness knows women. / Sweet red, rampant lips drink shafts. / The fevers beg men. /
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