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A deer eats three cigarettes and god has to deal with that erection.
This poem will mention god because I caught fish with people who are dead now.
I am naked in front of pictures that tell me boredom has many rooms.
My mother and my father are singing in a church that can’t sing.
I like to think of Jesus asleep on a crucifix in a missing wasp nest.
I like to think that because it puts that dude to sleep.
Circles from a childhood gun on my toy forehead…
You can’t drink on the moon.
kingsoftrain 
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