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Today

I have a headache I can't seem to shirk (great word),


I am feeling this song,

 nobody loved this
he)with its
of eye stuck
into a rock of

forehead.No
body

loved
big that quick
sharp
thick snake of a

voice these

root
like legs
or
feethands;

nobody
ever could ever

had love loved whose his
climbing shoulders queerly twilight
:never,no
(body.

Nothing

 thinking about this poem,


and craving my mom's (really my YaYa's)  delicious Greek soup  after reading this.


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