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I don't believe in God.

I believe in dark skinned girls

That scream Leviticus at the two

Teenagers on my second bus home.

 

I believe in my mother heaving

Her woes while my father

Tells me to change the channel and

Stop being so bad at life, as though

Theres a syllabus I never studied which

Teaches you that the expensive apples

Are the sweetest and the 60c ones

Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

 

I believe that you can be bad at math

But good at physics because you know

That a stone thrown from x will weigh c

And therefore get to y within k amount

Of time.

Y being you and c being me, naturally.

 

I believe that chewing on foil is bad

For your mouth but is a stress reliever

For all the times that your work has

Been ripped up and then thrown

Back at your face, as if symbolising

Your entire eduction.

 

I believe that there is a light at the

End of this tunnel but you've got to

Hold my hand while we feel the walls

For a switch.

 

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