outside the dream, this anger.
the kids are happily
the kids. they think
to paint
the ****
mama
with snow
one must
more quickly
create. I am here
to pin my sadness
on
its applicant. when first
I was poked
in the ribs
how hard
I was poked
in the ribs
didn’t matter.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
outside the dream, this anger.
the kids are happily
the kids. they think
to paint
the ****
mama
with snow
one must
more quickly
create. I am here
to pin my sadness
on
its applicant. when first
I was poked
in the ribs
how hard
I was poked
in the ribs
didn’t matter.
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