Full Time Poet
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
.189
i'm leaking from every pore it seems these days
nothing a chilled glass of medicine couldn't fix
'til i'm waxed and dabbed and confessed out my soul
i lay in my bloody naked bed stripped to it's texture
slathered in thick sweat suffocating.
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