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lumps in my throat
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Sir, End Her
Sends white flags down my spine
while timing how long it took
to reach full mast.
Looks like I've got time to kill.
My internal clock's got
dynamite for hands.
Ticking no's instead of seconds.
Animalistic satisfactions.
Inclement intentions.
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