the sieve and the sand

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this pen was made to
tear my throat from it’s
place in my neck and
put it on paper so
people can read it and
i will choke and
this is every day for me

September 1, 2008September 1, 2008 David X. Hugo Tagged bleeding, club, poets 2 Comments
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