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Thursday, February 14, 2008

my breath reeks of rosemary: a poem

sick again. and this is not really a poem. that opening sentence just sounded slightly poetic. anyway. yes, yes my breath reeks of rosemary. and DAMN. i disgust myself. ugh. at least I can smell it (meaning my nose isn't stuffed up to hell)?

the cup is half full.

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