hairy ass
the speed of my ambulance to your
ambulance takes time,
but i wasn't even alive for a long time
before i became, say ambulance.
hey, where did your teeth go,
don't worry, these things grow back; happen.
or locked in that cabin, maybe what it was,
thinking about the height of us,
strapped down to the bed covered in sweat,
while those tan people
laughed at things.
03 June 2010
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