HICKIES

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Let me tell you about the time at the warehouse me John Angry John and Angry Forest Sex John
gave each other hickies with the wet-dry vac i’m not nostalgic i just didn’t anticipate how hard it’d be
to generate new stories in middle age most nights i fall asleep reading i’ll never finish Rich Dad Poor
Dad maybe we’re at the stage of the marriage we don’t need stories or complete sentences maybe
just an understanding sometimes you stand athwart scylla and charybdis for me in your mom jeans
so i won’t have to stand between them so i’ll know your tears are big enough to be somebody’s
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