Sunrise Poison

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When they began talking of digris She looked at me at my empty silence but you write write poems how come you got no degrees? the stamps in this detention mind turn livid like a charon capsizing in Urine the smudges on my face are debating faeces the wormz these my fingers are typewriter keys the Cry in the raining nyt trying trying to mangle the english sanguage I forget my dreadline is close I have taken my poems I'll get the books when I bring your money the typewriter was neva mine