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Mar 2018
with any luck, I thought;
we might have been the first
to go live on the moon
and do as we pleased
even if no other had landed
his soft baby boots on it's surface
where the men and women danced
with no faces

with any luck, I reckoned
we might just be the first
to dig a hole underground
full of tunnels and caves
even if no one else had dug
with his own nails as we did
where we hear no sound
whatsoever

with any luck
you would shoot yourself on the doorway
and the dogs and wild beasts
to take care of the cleaning
so as to silence for long the angry jeers
and angry eyes
that you keep pointing and laughing
what us with our sad faces

[december 2014]
deadboycreek
Written by
deadboycreek  22/Non-binary/mérida, yucatán
(22/Non-binary/mérida, yucatán)   
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       ryn, Mark Tilford and deadboycreek
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