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Mexican food from that joint near your dads The pooling spotty blood on my bitten lips My mothers words My fathers driving Sadness is The look she gave me when I told her what he did to me The burn marks on my hips Fogged up glasses Cheap ***** Smoking a cigarette all the way down to the end   Joy is His laugh The way the baby hair on my arms stand up when it’s cold and I feel alive Italian food made together Olive jars Macs soft ears
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Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 7:37 PM UTC
Anger is
Mexican food from that joint near your dads The pooling spotty blood on my bitten lips My mothers words My fathers driving Sadness is The look she gave me when I told her what he did to me The burn marks on my hips Fogged up glasses Cheap ***** Smoking a cigarette all the way down to the end   Joy is His laugh The way the baby hair on my arms stand up when it’s cold and I feel alive Italian food made together Olive jars Macs soft ears
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Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 7:37 PM UTC
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