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Matt, poem by John Dorsey

played the piano read bukows­ki to pros­ti­tutes while sip­ping steel reserve and chew­ing on pain pills as if he was doing com­mu­ni­ty out­reach at night he would talk about jazz, art his­to­ry and how he once had sex with his … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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