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The Pretense of a Slattern

Self-Loathing

Posted by Unknown Saturday, January 17, 2009
Labels: existence, irony

I can tell you one thing
the only thing,
that I'm ever certain of
is
uncertainty.
A horrible, trite irony
that never leaves my mind.
at 2:26 PM

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