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When her moans and groans
replace her brain and bones
then flower with fear
I stuff cotton candy
in my ear
My mouth fills with sweet nothings
that can amount to something
Yes Dear
Of course, Dear
I am so sorry
I will never do that again
That something is
a taste of tranquility
Always preferred to
a distaste of disability
Always preferred to
a distaste of disability
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PAUL OLIVERIO
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Footnote
A MIDNIGHT POEM ABOUT
COTTON CANDY
+ COPASETIC INCANTATIONS
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL
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