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By Stephen Date: 2002 Apr 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.11.05.16.22169]] |
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you overflowed me... my lid would never fit my cork popped out like percussion now just the empty shell I lost all I had of you inside A barrel of past my game now, shriveling rotten holding long as I can my staves have shrunk my iron has rusted the termites are coming A barrel of fast this time you wont refill me afraid I'll seep it through fix my broken slivers of encumbrance I'll soak you back in, I will one more time, another round A barrel of clasps |