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May 2017
Herb smoke fills the room.
I watch TV through rising smoke.
I write rib to floor.
I ruin my cervical spine
To bring you this

No words will fix a messy bed.
You didn't make your bed.
Your mother made it.
Your mother made it.
And here you sleep.
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Zero Nine
Written by
Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
800
     ---, Samantha and bluevelvet
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