othered beginnings
Small thing, the world. A star burns itself on its health. What is this jawing. This forming a sound around the mouth in a mouth. Who wants to be here. Loneliness is always learning a longer word. Say it. Say it somewhere. All my children are in the same house right now. I don't know how today is gonna go. For hours, my son won't be with me. At this very speaking, he's asleep on my leg. His teeth the same teeth he's had in dreams. I can see them.
kingsoftrain 
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