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Mother

in my knotted abjection tangled are the fibers of my mother's depression she spins into yarn and in my name twines i am my mother's half or maybe more the chronic haunt and all her mad

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Alyssapolaris

Published: Jan 14, 2020
LinesWords: 1036

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