so
of all the things to fear
the side-tipped head ain't one.
so
mother was always into fresh
haircuts, but now I'm grown it's
mum on that.
bug dream again.
what she see, ghosty? My
thighs on the alter of whatever
my sweatpants working hard.
my
mother was not into
guitar music it
reminds her of whales.
bug dream again.
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