a doll thrown into a cornfield, if it comes back, you can't wear clothes for a week, poems mention twins so so often, a stick figure starves because it doesn't know what it eats, most of these need my childhood, which isn't fair, it all got covered up, those babies, those babies killing angels, I prayed to a paper microscope, describe the baby, they couldn't, a spot on my back burned so patiently that a star faked its death, I was as warm as a toy, god got those names from a bomb, the baby to the last thing you saw
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