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exercise in rhyme
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04.17.08 / 10:27 pm
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i want painkillers for the pain, a thousand sparklers come to life again, like fourth of july weekends when we were kids.i want sedatives for my brain, something so acute that i forget my name, like before i came out of the womb. i want a reason to remain, pointed towards the future despite the rain, bathing with my shoes off rather than hiding under the awning.
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