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 father 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, we tried, but no. I don't believe in holy places. The kid that we kill looks like the same kid that 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. Also, here, is the alarm my ghost sets for me: My son will be yanked from my arms by those who can't hold him. The mirror looks at my body because it can't. Sister, see. Death ran through all its sleep in seven days.
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