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was driving one day
saw a bumpersticker
"Is this heaven? IOWA"
so i said,
"No, this is purgatory
punishment for my sins."
and i drove home
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running through the streets
with a bottle of wine in one hand
and a cigarette in the other
pretending someone understands
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veins in my head
pulsing uselessly
more pain than energy
i hate being sick
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