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Intricate vitality. I am a wor[l]dslayer, come for your clocks and your home items, any strainers you previously thought detestable I find delectable. Send two by two by four times none boxes of junk and fishing rods and I'll give you a fist of coins to do your laundry.
Meager wages aren't really something to be taken for granted when living on cardboard.
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2 comments:
did you really write that?
helen, you should totally be a slam poet!! you should be in community's poetry slam this spring!! holy shit!
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anonymous is emma, by the way.
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