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let's go on pretending we can't see our imperfections scratching at the eyes of our friends our mothers our employers. those strangers. like wild animals we sit down to drink our choca mocha dopaminechiattos and have our civilized conversations using our language like fangs to bite down the backs of our friends and our mothers, our employers.
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and the swelling in your veins
the headaches and the
hunger pains.
quick tie the knot
in order to escape
the hungry track marks
you've been rubbing out
like thick paint
you'd been thinning that's been
dripping
out and away into the floorboards.
i thought they'd dried into the
cracks
but still i'm finding footprints
leading to the futon that i
sink into night
after night
in which humiliation has been pressed
like dried flowers into a press
i'd hidden beneath the matress.
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