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by Meredith Jul 11, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Burn it up. Burn it up. I hope I don't, Throw it up. On the carpet. That we got, installed last week. leave the lights on. It's only me I can't make it, to my room. So I will sleep by the door. On the floor. Hopeing that morning is not soon.