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He has a hole in his hand like Jesus
for all the times she has taken an elbow to the ribs / been kneed in the ass / gotten her face hit by a shoulder / she can't help but think / the human body seems poorly designed for sex
fog rises from rims / of opaque bottles of beer
for dinner he eats sandwiches with nothing but turkey and mayo / much like a boring fuck with no imagination would
haphazardly tossing vodka-soaked gummy bears into the eager willing mouth of tonight's lover
Maybe if I walk down the stairs slowly enough / I'll just step right into the next day / without having to go through this one
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