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little children will crawl into bed with their parents at the time of night when even graveyards are not awake the last time i did that i tried to curl against my mother i tried to hug her and she brushed me off told me to stop squirming i tried my dad he just grunted and turned away furling around himself impenetrable as a coconut i got up and went back to my bed now cold and lonely at the time of night when even dreams offer you no comfort
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
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little children will crawl into bed with their parents at the time of night when even graveyards are not awake the last time i did that i tried to curl against my mother i tried to hug her and she brushed me off told me to stop squirming i tried my dad he just grunted and turned away furling around himself impenetrable as a coconut i got up and went back to my bed now cold and lonely at the time of night when even dreams offer you no comfort
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
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