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Untitled -- 9.19.2007
it sounds like a calamity of wrappers
in a very peaceful room
it feels like thunder in caffien
in my blood that's all jittery
it looks like scratched rubbished skin
and smells like beer and blood
it tastes like burning vomit
and it has creeped into my week
and more over the tone my voice excreates.
