cries
we are
each one of us
the smallest
person
on earth
one is never too old
for god, never
too old
to surveil
the deaf
/ I know from your palm
what your hand
will drop, mother
cooks only
meat, father
is every
nightmare
she has
of her exodus
from apologue
/ having populated
the myth
of orgasm
the baby is empty
kingsoftrain 
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