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humanity i hate you

(for Mr. Cummings)   ..   parenthesize death all you want, Sir. put poems in its lap; syntax the crap out of us all in kisses, laughter, flutter, flowers. that casket’s still too small; this day, too soon.   .. … Continue reading

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