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Submitted:Mar 17, 2013 Reads: 16 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Cold Coffee makes me sick
each burdened lip splits
set in stone
cold in tone
love me less
the moronic iris
coat my evergreen body in tonic
miss the sounds, the sounds euphonic
and sit
sit, poor boy
the puppeteer, the ill-fitted toy
sit, poor boy
ill-fitting decoy.
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