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December 17, 2008

_Thoughts of a Pomeranian_

With pink flesh dangling from my mouth.
I look at her in disgust.
The way she ate the brown meat,
full of rare species of dust circumnavigating
all over its surface area,
the smell of which gave out a
breathe of air from my bottom half.

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