after reading Meg McGuinness
We set a thing on fire and told it to find home using only small parking lots. The brightest moment our bodies starred was our mother as a boy finding a hole unresponsive. To keep god alone, we began wearing creatures that were still alive. Could we cry quietly enough? No, but we tried. Rabbits came but not from all over. I don't believe in holy places. The kid we kill has already passed away. There are moving pieces due a static inheritance and/or you hate my teeth. Here is intimacy: Unicorn speaks only angel and angel only unicorn. My sickest son will be yanked from my arms by bent men who can't hold him. The mirror looks at my body because it can't. Sister, see, the alarm my ghost sets for me. Death ran through all its sleep in seven days.
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