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not gonna lie.
I don't write poems, goddamn it.
Friday, January 11, 2008
i am convenient solace.
you are convenient solace.
she is convenient solace.
he is convenient solace.
they are convenient solace.
...and, my ever present frown
isn't from being depressed, it's
just how my face happens to fall.
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