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Jan 2015
there were nights when you'd turn
away and you'd refuse to let me
touch you. if you want to know what a broken
bone feels like put your hand right

when I heard of
Katrina I had no one to hold my hair
back, I had no one to tell me that hansel and gretel don't end up
eating each other.

lately I've been cutting up
bibles and bleeding with the
moon, there's things we know how to
fix and things we

if church was your
bedroom I ****** the sixth
genesis out of you, I pulled adam's second
son from your hair while you moaned the fall of jerusalem into my

when we were good god considered shutting down
heaven but when we were bad, when we were
bad satan cried himself to
ik theres no such thing as the sixth genesis
chloe hooper
Written by
chloe hooper  20/palo alto
(20/palo alto)   
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