returning
there are pictures of me sleeping that are responsible for my brother cheating on his diet. apples the shape of going home. sex addicts fighting to direct a musical about the number of people disappearing
to let death
mourn. there is a chair in an open field. a throbbing in the palm of sound’s publisher. a kid under a blanket asking god
when did she know
what perfection
was. a mouth that was a bomb
/ before I had teeth
kingsoftrain 
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