i've been browsing through my old poetry, making sure my documents are all right and tight in their new computer-home. it's an odd practice. i'll read one and think 'why did i ever save this piece of trash?' and another 'if this is ever published i will surely be declared the most brilliant of poets.' one in particular gave me pause. on the whole, it's not very good. i just saved it for the first two lines, which i will give you here:
'Jesus, who are you,
and what am i doing in your brain?'

Huh. What should I do with that?

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