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my eyes can't rest on anything
that can't do with improvement
my hands can't grasp anything
that isn't asking for fixing
that is ugly
this isn't working
that isn't done yet
this i'll get too
a wobbly head on a lamp
a wormcask ridden lawn
when did i learn to Not love
lack of control?

5 Mar 12

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