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on the keys
with broken ligaments
leavin me out
of the dinner room
that was irrelevant
on paper mached tables
and origami chairs
gettin angry at
my multi lingual
body movements
uncontrolled jealous
leakin out
your venom mouth
with aunt jemina
lingerin on
old polaroids
sayin otherwise
is it over
when we hold on
in drunken stupors
fallin hard
on concrete
cuz i'm the cause
of it all
blame placed on
dirty napkins
to throw away