a child falls out of god
I was sad
and had
sad friends.
I made no bread.
Bread was everywhere.
The eating, I called it love.
I called
love
The waiting.
I lost
my drinking
like hair.
Drank in a darkroom
from a floor of milk.
I was sad
and had
sad friends.
I made no bread.
Bread was everywhere.
The eating, I called it love.
I called
love
The waiting.
I lost
my drinking
like hair.
Drank in a darkroom
from a floor of milk.

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