wheezing
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Slam.
Mommy is lying on the ground. Daddy threw her there; I saw it from behind
The wooden banister which I wrapped my stuffed snake around
Only three hours before.
My name is
[gasp] a soft percussion of wiggles, delicate worms crawling into skin
thin kisses, so you’re not at all suspicious when I carry in your ribs
bids on who the lastonelaughing [is]
