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Jan 2015
when brother sings he sounds like church bells.
when you sing you sound like the dark circles that rim my eyes.
today we are all drunk & today it is raining & today my father
is calling everything beautiful, then yelling at me.

it's like we're playing ring-around-the-rosy all over again, standing
& circling on dirt roads outside of white houses covered in pink flowers.
we're three years old & so far nobody has died.
i d k ////
loisa fenichell
Written by
loisa fenichell  ny
(ny)   
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   kt mccurdy, Brittle Bird, --- and Pea
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