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Okay... a poem I wrote
*Italicized*
Italicizing words bends
the only girls I've really fucked
into more comfortable positions
On the stirrups of verse
w/ my uninspired hand of gynecology
stirring gently.
I am hitting the bottom of the soup
where it starts to get painful
I am straining all the violence from my poetry
So there's just noodles.
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