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susansnow
susansnow
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I know my girls got my back when I run into the
man in gray with the big cigar cocaine breath
yellow stains seep like sleep between two fingers.
The ancestresses swirl screech show in mists that
billow from gumbo rolling boil one is persian
the other a pit bull. I feel them in melodies -
his tune: the rolling drums lust like an engine.

susansnow
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ch3mical_r3nt_boych3mical_r3nt_boyover 8 years ago
this!

... this poetry, hallelujah, this!

TrixareforkidsTrixareforkidsover 9 years ago
I love

Your wicked, anti-psychotic drug fogged word play

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