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Her fat arms raised in the air twisting her lips up, creasing her eyes “Ha!” She was loud and boisterous Through the dull shine of her square frames I could see a dim light flickering in the blackness A motor, sputtering and rusted into a slow churn A sailboat, with sail at half mast When she left this earth, she would leave nothing but those fat arms. —The memory of that crooked smile, burned into my memory Like an ape making faces from inside the cage She would never get out So she would stir ***** into her drink, and like an ape, threw her **** around She would die in her cage. Me, smiling at her like a child, taunting her from the outside.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
My mother's *****
Her fat arms raised in the air twisting her lips up, creasing her eyes “Ha!” She was loud and boisterous Through the dull shine of her square frames I could see a dim light flickering in the blackness A motor, sputtering and rusted into a slow churn A sailboat, with sail at half mast When she left this earth, she would leave nothing but those fat arms. —The memory of that crooked smile, burned into my memory Like an ape making faces from inside the cage She would never get out So she would stir ***** into her drink, and like an ape, threw her **** around She would die in her cage. Me, smiling at her like a child, taunting her from the outside.
Alex-Meyer
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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