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Dec 2017
Is your 50s swing off, did you fall 70 years into the future. Are you a grandma or not. Will you bathe me with scrubs and brushes, will i belittle our nephews for having what i had not?

Are you wearing your mental illness like a fashionable cowl? Something to adorn your mind and protect your back from the owls, snakes and wolves on prowl. Oh Grandma, am i just red riding hood falling into your wolf trap?

Are you a fellow or a gal? Are you a pen pal that i can one day use as a pillow when im hollow? Sillohuete to
coddle Am I too deep to run through the gallows with? I swear im not a sith, im just a grey, with frayed ends singing deoendency oh codependeny laid like a necessity in front of me but will i grasp? or everlast within soulesence?
Written by
Zac Walter
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