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Monday, November 21, 2005
Darkness
On the theatre floor, safe from disgrace,
anonymous vomit flows.
And backstage, Hamlet stares into space
while he picks his nose.
(written in disgust at the state of my community kitchen that students have abused till it smells like a dead dog.)
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