pain is what
i am used to; the baby came out
in pieces. do you cry
yourself to sleep, at night?
sometimes.
poem: i tell God He has a lot of explaining to do
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 
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