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Mar 2015
I was turned out like a worm out
onto the street where the meat rots
And the ***** and the "thots"
weren't giving it up
so I killed until I ****
and I **** until I ****.
The pills aren't memories
but I swallow them tenfold
because I'm twenty years old
and a ***** and a failure to my mother
who smothers me in affection and rejection
until the next election when a woman
will get into the office and **** my dad off
so we can argue and so I can have no one
that accepts me for me for me for me for me.

My country 'tis of thee
multiple states
states of mind
but no
we we we we we.

Hummingbirds have hearts
that beat too slow you know
you know I'm dying to die
for you and me
to appease my country
'tis of thee.
Davin Jane Andrews
Written by
Davin Jane Andrews  Seattle, Washington
(Seattle, Washington)   
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