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| Published in the October issue of the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature! |
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Dragon Love

Closets were roomierClosets were roomier, but most things looked the same, simple. We slept, ate, drank like overflowing gardens,Closets were roomier
and the light off your skull was just under seventy nine minutes in length.
Queens will live twenty six more lifetimes than their subjects; like crushed pepper
seed cloth
I jam the ants in my ears for holding until they can love for themselves.
Throwing up pennies and all the toxic glue in the world onto your seventies hard wood floor. I never knew much about syllables, except that they hurt the intellectuals.

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.dream bright.
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"Don't fuck with me now, man. I am Ahab."
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"Don't fuck with me now, man. I am Ahab."
the farther you are from home.
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i own your face. no, really i do.
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"Don't fuck with me now, man. I am Ahab."
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