The trial after satisfaction

The third week
I had filthy hair
and I reeked
of Vietnamese
corpses you could
build a city with,
and the fourth week
I asked the bottle
for a soliloquy
and it told me
go back to my century.

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~ by Jeremy on June 15, 2013.

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