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Great Granite City
We don't exactly have God. We just sit and try to stay awake.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Hymn For Cold Pizza, Eckington
Quietly and brightly,
love is a quadruple text:
"theres pizza in the fridge"
Pizza
Pizza
Pizza
to mend a heart that's been running
from the noise and a stomach
that won't be fixed by a drink
this time.
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