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Monday, June 4, 2012
Broken Dreams
As I come to my senses again,
Broken dreams lie stagnant
At the bottom of a toilet bowl.
I can barely see them anymore
Because my eyes start watering,
And my nose keeps running
Each time the toothbrush handle
And my throat make contact.
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