late night thoughts

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using robyn's internet
she sleeps
the moon's tears are orange
and my feet stink from too much work
yet I live to suffer and cum again
in the foul-mouthed morning
i write out of an illness place
mentally alive, dead, in between
in the midst of
the lifting of this beer can
to my mouth
and my rotting tooth howls
and my boner throbs
thanks for lisyening