genitalia,
genitalia 4
In my brother
a child
asks
for a child
hoodless
boy
Later,
there is no
future
in being
the surgeon
of an angel
Lately I touch
with yours
my subscription
to pain, I love
my children too much
to be a good father
This doesn’t even go here
Imagine finishing a poem about debt
God’s
kingsoftrain 
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