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Oct 15, 2006 23:11

In my stomach
I've got butterflies
among many other things,
substances.
But not confidence, No Guts.
that__ comes. usually. in forms
of a cocktail. Pretty nasty
stuff.
You can see it grow bigger
disgusting--er, fat...
like a wet roll of paper towel
dripping with water and we squeeze
it like that like that hard of course
to get every last drop out dry.
Then throw it somewhere.
Wrinkly but usable some other times.
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