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Jun 2022
Spit out the blood
Sniff your snot dry
Wash yourself in the greywater behind the jungle gym
Try not to cry

Silent son of atlas
Lays on the cold bedroom floor
Staring at his arms
Red and raw

His sides are bruised and ugly,
Shades of blue purple and yellow,
He asks his mom for blueberry custard
She says no.
https://youtu.be/7rsoDc1A4Vk?t=8
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Toothy  17/Androgyne/Anywhere
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