your pony tail grief
******* read me

snort ******: an bundle of sticks
stupid twits


look mother
they learned to read
now they are
busting
me

these yo-yo's
look mother
some are made just like me
where are your wounds now mother
let me write so that the readers may die
upon your occasion
drift me through your liars moons
strip me of pride for we have none
her breath will stain on you son
she has reached me here as an child
your mirrors can't smoke through me
this sand castle we breathe into
this existence is unknown
still my breath breathes
for
an
rainbow
with validity
your rains
meaning
nothing
to me
who
am
i
less you

i
am
every
being
that
has
or
will be
let me twist you
?















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