Remembering when nude modeling for sculpture and my flea bite started leaking,
Those dogs next door and the carpet that jumps,
Movement under ones feet ,
Bathtubs to escape to,
Drown them all,
chemical sprayers with
cancerous names,
then,
Neem out their thirsty existence,
Run I am God,
neem Conquers all,
Oil spill
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Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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