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Sep 2018
As I almost begin to tremble again
A blistering call erupts my thoughts.
“Come down around your block
And bring a broomstick and a helping hand.”
Wanting to remain I hesitate,
But I go anyway.
There I see
A mother and a child,
Waiting to paint the city with equally blistering imagery.
So we flooded the walls with watercolours
And flooded the houses with noise,
Then when saying goodbyes
They tell me:
“Call us if you think you'll tremble again.”
Kristaps
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Kristaps  18/Cisgender Male
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