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[mild Piece That I Am Yellow]

mild piece that I am yellow,
goloshed plucked and palookad
so treble I break from the dream of dead popes
luck that I like friending

soft packed in a sixteen non filter
trickling tender on the glass plaque
for my brain standing gaurd boys,
pipbrook mills
and a dollar forty three in tongues.

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