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He burnt the bed sheets. Finally. His shoes Smelt of marital blood Afterwards. On days like these, He enjoys catching dust in his hands, Likes to compare the flecks to the Cuts on his palms Until he can’t see the difference Anymore. Shrieks come from the tub, Voltage pushing his legs to jump. Now he watches the bath Rumble the house with its tears Plump.           Plump.                     Plump. Rain covers tormented streets; He too feels he must erupt from the sky. Plump.           Plump.                     Plump. A window Replays the chaos of the world From ten stories high. Plump.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
A baby asks for its father but daddy is preoccupied with other things
He burnt the bed sheets. Finally. His shoes Smelt of marital blood Afterwards. On days like these, He enjoys catching dust in his hands, Likes to compare the flecks to the Cuts on his palms Until he can’t see the difference Anymore. Shrieks come from the tub, Voltage pushing his legs to jump. Now he watches the bath Rumble the house with its tears Plump.           Plump.                     Plump. Rain covers tormented streets; He too feels he must erupt from the sky. Plump.           Plump.                     Plump. A window Replays the chaos of the world From ten stories high. Plump.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
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