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Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Gratuitously True and Tragic Christmas Poem
Last year no
cheap wine or
books on death to
comfort me only
white rice
a room alone
tears
untimely blood and
a homemade blanket with
frayed edges,
cigarette burned
and holey.
-M.
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