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day dawns really ugly or maybe that`s me I dawn really ugly and you should smell my mouth NOT NOW I`m counting the broken teeth with my tongue still the world is the place to be if you`ve got the itch for this kinda ache--- glorious excess furious chemical sunsets why--- if you live here--- and I do--- it`s home! and now I`m touching myself--- don`t get excited--- it`s only my achy ribs who in hell if age indeed be Hades--- as some sour aged wag I`m sure Suggested— is this fat old semi-rheumatic?--- well whoever he is I`m inside of him I`m inside of him sitting on one of his testicles--- it Hurts for your information and it`s slightly embarrassing--- but it`s only an elementary underwearing dilemma and--- there`s no moment like the right now--- turn your head at the end of the poem--- it`s a simple manual adjustment dot dot dot
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