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Today I
slammed the lid
threw up
the last bit
of fake milk
pushed out
the claws
that snapped off
inside of me
the crescent
moon is fully
waning I can't
see your face
a friend is
a friend is a
word for people
who bump
into each other
then go their
separate ways
Abracadabra!
I make the ?s
GO AWAY
the pens
are dried up
even the red
has been bled
The cotton
woods will be
the cotton woods
again the Sycamore
a sycamore
your voice
in the leaves
is gone with the
railroad tracks
pull the ties out
drive a stake in it
put a fork in me
all the best.