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For All the Lost Brothers
Part One Continued
Who sat in their aunt’s basement passed out from too much Jager and the dopiest chronic and snuck out of the sliding doors to find they had woken up in the wrong state,
Who walked all night to a shady taco stand on the Blv. because they couldn’t control the cravings for quesadillas and ‘Dr. Pibb,’
Who became an expert on the intricacies of national politics every four years at the flippy-cup table only to find another bumper sticker on his car that read ‘throw the douche bag out’ in December,
Who worked all night on that paper with no sleep and only coffee as an aide-de-camp rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
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