son poems
a cigarette loses time in a church for anorexics
babies jealous of our sadness die happy
I am trying to say the next thing before you have a mother
what if not hurting your children is abuse
my last words depend on the password I remember
choose any parent to make my brothers cry
belief a skull faith a stone
toothache a worm worried about a star
no one likes me I love your poems
can worms worry
kingsoftrain 
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