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You broke your little girl. You dropped her head in a boiling *** and the pressure broke her skull. Fished her out and set her in the sun to dry and dry and dry. Your neglectful hands left her there to turn the color of things trapped between train tracks. And now she exists. You can hear her but you don’t understand what she’s screaming.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Unearth Me
You broke your little girl. You dropped her head in a boiling *** and the pressure broke her skull. Fished her out and set her in the sun to dry and dry and dry. Your neglectful hands left her there to turn the color of things trapped between train tracks. And now she exists. You can hear her but you don’t understand what she’s screaming.
tiffany-norman
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
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