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Jul 19, 2005 21:12

last week:
quit my job.
it felt awesome.
green stains in my black pants
painted grains across my swollen feet.
fall to free
fly.
everything has a sail
a compass to will.
the city my cell
a quaint home
another bill.
everything for sale.
i'm leaving
a pale bail.
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