With all the possibilities that
Mutably crack me up
Softness across the way.
Rise to your feeling.
Disguises I wear are
falling away. I am a fearful bourgeois
No interest in others taking my place or becoming comfortable
at my expense.
Summary:
I have to drown myself in the average
Amniotic
Pain.
Create a softness.
Daring to live?
Someone tell me how to live.
I don't like you.
You're my safety.
I don't like this call to be a mother.
This life says to me, : Cock.
Don't live this horrible martyrdom.
As this goes onward, I will believe,
Muck.
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