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police teeth I have marks all over my body I'm innocent of everything except free-thinking but that's not a crime, is it? I haven't been reading the paper or watching the news & I've only been listening to the voices in my head arguing over words & the meanings of words & how they all fit together the voices demand my attention asking me to string the words together I sat slumped over the interrogation table. they'd taken my cigarettes so I asked the big dumb cop for one. they've had me in this room for 12 hours now the words pile up until I'm drunk on them they pile up until they spill out of my hand, out of my mouth and they stain the paper maybe you can make some sense of it.
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