Keep your hands to yourself,
he's no longer yours to touch.
I tried to play nice with you;
it was a temporary crutch.

Things are complicated enough,
stop trying to toe the line.
You need to understand
that the Angel boy is mine.

god was created to remember everything.  so says the rock to the tooth starting small.

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there is a gallery of unfinished work and a space for the baby to crawl through.

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her feet stick out of the mirror she’s been using to give birth.

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lost:  frostbite.  lost:  space suit.

will work
for feeding
tube.

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holy asthma
holy

crossbones

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old hat
this human
head.