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in
the madhouse
here's
shit woman
always
offering
go
out on something soft you won't feel
into
a box in the ground
here's
the screamer
and
the one who scolds
the
one who'll take your food
sullen
nurses are all the world come
because
we placed a dollar lovely
in
this trap
wars
are to flee, you know
you
have to have wished a way here
we
are only visiting
we're
a silence
none
will remember my cruel remarks
the
only test is the code
we're
only visiting
like
truth to its acre
far
far off
the
better things we do
I love the raw quality of your latest poems. They remind me of Ginsberg's poems.
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