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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables pulling pins from the pin cushiondown on market street
by the brick facade in front of the Dubliner where we used to wait while burly men in jeans carefully carded kids on the edge of another blackout i found a six-foot bottle opener and popped my head off you were right there and kind enough to sew a pin cushion in its place the way you embroidered my face on front and cleaned me up so my mom wouldn't know verges on saintly. I'm really sorry it hurt when i stuck you. |
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