comings
suicidal, mom is thinking for two. the storm says again there’s a hand in my soup. my ears are sounds from the son of god. the sister of sister insane has an arm and with it throws a roller skate at a school bus. you can’t see my breasts anymore than I can see the worried eyes of a giraffe. people are people from church. the we in we let her believe.
kingsoftrain 
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