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7.30.2011

Ink costs more than the cool breeze of a blue day.  
Autumn comes quickly, even in the midsummer.  Maybe you know what I mean; pool of morning anxiety in my belly, or maybe it's all the whiskey, never properly appreciated in the dark, on ice cubes.
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chick writes avant-garde poetry, sometimes neo-romantic, sometimes minimalist. also vomits on life.
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