smoke these words or choke them down.
we've all gotta die somehow.
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Secondhand Swagger
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
the smell of your hair
and toothpaste are Mexico tonight.
evening tiles and rocking
chairs, chalk cockroach repellant.
I've never smelled a daffodil,
they don't grow here.
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