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short and sharp is the pain from the hit. i am 9, my mother is angry. in the dark, something grows a few years pass and a clone of her has grown i can copy her movements speak in synchrony but she never gets hurt when i do
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Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 2:19 PM UTC
poem #195 - cycle
short and sharp is the pain from the hit. i am 9, my mother is angry. in the dark, something grows a few years pass and a clone of her has grown i can copy her movements speak in synchrony but she never gets hurt when i do
horrible horrible horrible
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18/F/Australia
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 2:19 PM UTC
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