Washed my hands in a muddy stream.
Hit my stride on a descending curve.
Ate my lunch on an empty stomach.
Found my self in an empty mirror.
Rated myself a ten on what scale?
Rinsed my mouth out with dirty words.
Chained myself to a chain-link fence.
Fenced my yard with a new found sense of freedom.
Wrote my image in erasable ink.
Inked my pen with brackish water.
Stole my own money from myself and spent in on myself.
Cried my tears into salty soup.
Laundered my clothes in smoky room.
Cured my wounds with jagged edge.
Pissed into my own bushes.
Ran away from my gentle breeze.
Lent my books to enemies.
Coughed up when I wasn't sick.
Walked home the long way around.
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