Dude. Really?

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I hear the traffic hiss,
And confuse this
With the busted radiator.

And I wonder
How two veins,
Inches apart,
Can breathe
And suffocate
In the same sequence
Of fluctuation.

This Cotton-White-Flesh
Was a bargain.

The progress of silence
Is forever contained,
By the ghosts who haunt
My punctuation.

And I am here!
And I am here…

Haven’t we discussed this before?
One night while drunk?

I remember.
We thought the alcohol
Would sanitize the truth.

Oh. Right.

We saw that on TV,
But. Hey.
At least we watched it

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