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the summer dogs are running and i, once again, am in the pack. sirius and the star that bears his name are staring down on me from the eastern sky with the contempt of a thousand suns, each with a bar tab that i have skipped out on.it's funny, for some reason i can't feel my feet and my eyes are clouded by the fatty water from deep within the bitterest parts of the marrow of life.
- nuwanda
Labels: prose poems vol. 2
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