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Ninety Nine Cent Notebook An excerpt from a poem by Eric Rossborough But I actually don’t like sex much. I prefer violence, or music. If you think about it, communicating with another individual, it’s not so appealing. Like, “Raspberry beret, when it was hot she wouldn’t wear much else.” She can wear a little more than that. It’s like, Unngh. This entire poem appears in the Poetry Journal PGI #5 |
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