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Observance While Considering the Forsaken


mistaking chains

for combustion engines

standing out in

the crowd in

order to fit in

 

the trash is

overflowing

 

so is my brain

 

cardboard cutouts

and blood-caked

coffee beans

 

we need walking-

sticks in this town

 

shit-stained

porcelain,

I shove my

penis in

 

and after it is finished

nothing else remains

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