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Tonight

March 2, 2010
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The repetitions of the tomb
cradle you tonight.
Hair grows wilder,
nails spew curlier,
your collapsing back
disregards the
bitter comforts of
the cosmetic cushions.
Sweet is the residue,
hoary is the hobo detritus
we discussed.

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