There is an interruption being built within the poememptying my bookto drown the addictionthe clean
daypacked a lunchkeeps more of the work in the presentcontinuious presentround mouthneither
the color of wine or waterorators, lovers, and funeralsrain in a dreamhands love youautotelic
The child is a little youyou holding her legs raisedcoupled under your armsroundedoutside of youher
The child is a little youyou holding her legs raisedcoupled under your armsroundedoutside of youher
headnestledunder your chinlong locks of hairone backcurvedback
and you will become someone completely foreign to your self
and you will become someone completely foreign to your self
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