07 August 2012
GIN AND TONIC
your teeth don't feel cheep
afterwards
the wood suit
my arms can't bend that way
walk walking
never ask me to go for one
or words
are just snow thrown
i can bury
there are no more mirrors of me
the keys to my Volvo
are in a dump
who has
a heart the size of hearts
don't
touch me
i might
turn into a poet
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