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Vending machine, a poem
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Snack machine
Inhales my quarters
The corkscrew slowly turns
My heart skips a beat

Oh Cheetos
Will you be mine?
Cut the tension with a knife

The motion stops
Fuck!
...Fuck!!
...... Fuck!!!

Give me back my 75 cents
You fucking thief.


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