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Feb 2018
he or she
the him
in
her

her misery rhyme hearse
nursery timee curse

he or she
he
calls

it words channels
who greets
satan

what cult shoe strings you lace
**** this poetry

here


here


here


there are only flames you shall **** from me
this life's lesson
of
words
you try
to
breathe

i
am
an
three
year old child
being filled
with things
very vile
hold
my
hand
while you stick it
in my mouth

what spirit are you
channeling your members
into your mouth
did you channel
my
rapes

did or could your foolish nursery rhymes soothe me

did you wipe my chin
of
the
fluid
we spit
up

we're you an good little girl
before they made you channel
he slaps me off the bed
my face feels his palm print
he made me turn the channel
was that you
we know
who
you
are
we
are no
longer an child

that you would let that channel into you
call me now
to my face
call
me
see the channels get changed

we found peace
in
an
name
?


















...
..
.
good morning good morning
toss on your socks
we ready
to
chunk
...
..
.
branded glaciers GE
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