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by Uriel Tovar

i shant come back
you told me
as you entered and rentered the revolving door
i tripped you up and laughed
a bit
holding my
now
pounding toes

you were never lite on your feet

i grabbed a shovel and covered
you under snow
and tons of broken hearted anthems
of teenage love

you sprouted back up
so i stomped on you
trying to keep the bitch down and
back
to basics you said
fucking thorny
pricking my toes

i was never lite on my feet.

09/16/2005

Posted on 09/16/2005
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