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Oct 15, 2005 13:44

groping
and searching
the corners of
the room for the means
to make the trip
out to see
you
the money
is not enough
to feed the
sickest
desire
for this stuff
you swallow
my heart
my body dysfunctional
plasma
and swimming
in a sheer
moment of pretend
homogenized
happiness
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