responsoria
My son is sick and I want a gun. I forget three times in front of a ghost how to vomit. We lie about déjà vu. I say dog. You, whale. The world destroys loneliness.
My stomach travels
with an angel
back
in time.
I miss roadkill. Freeze my brain.
Death becomes death when it forgives god.
kingsoftrain 
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