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Convenience

3/9/2018

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You feed me lines
And I lap them up
Like a rasp tongued cat
The bitter mash of discarded scraps
Sticking to the roof of my mouth
And I still say thank you
Because nobody else has fed me
And I don’t know the difference
Between gravel and mud
Except that mud goes down easier
So that’s what I keep choosing
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