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Lachrymose
if you would only cut your fingernails more often if you only knew milk-soaked bread takes out a splinter
when you swam the coral stopped growing while you walked the stars hitched vibrato
when I look at my teeth in the side of a knife when you look at my teeth, your shadow
if this were a piano not a dashboard if we were not twins, just lungs
claw dark red, thumbsucker pearl my eyes, false father
when I said there’s the bathtub I meant take the next left
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