some dire contingency plan somebody
somewhere likes enough I can't
describe it further
straws through cup bottoms
to blow coke against the inside that's
against me I sweat you have to keep the pressure up
to keep the coke from falling
down, standing
there's this attendant doesn't like reduction
oughta let things be as what
they came or in this case
as little in as
stalemate's compromise
at tedium
it doesn't really happen
not that I want to but
they will be moved
not in context
but in waiting
still it comes
like you can't admit poetry or
god's that guy victor
I stand men
taurine sunrise
red bull and scope
winter dirt, it's a stitch
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