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poetry:
always wrong

 

 

He is here
smoking crack with the
rest of them.

We sit and contemplate,
what would make this
more fun.
When in reality
not doing it at all
would be the
answer.

I listen to her.
Tell me all about
me.
What I do wrong,
what I do wronger.
"Wronger's" not a word.
Ha! Gotcha.

 

10.26.00

 

 

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