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Untitled Poem #9

The usual spread lay out
before us.
We each devoured our favorites
before diving into
the rebellion
for the evening.

The world spun on its side
and we tried our best
to write down
the strange thoughts
that popped into our
delusional
minds.

There’s nothing quite
like
the chaotic fray of
rebelling youth
in the hazy basement
from your high school
years.

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