neighbors—
me drinking in my underwear
alone in the afternoon
i'm going to climb over
the sweet scent of barbecue,
I brought Hunts.
Or do you prefer Heinz?
Oh no,
you prefer Heinz.
I'll stay sick with nudges, giddy on a chair like a hapless fool i am a man living in a dream who needs to breathe obvio...
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