My "Now" Posted on 22:35 by Anonymous Wishes, wishes - We are always wishing As if the skin we Came out of the womb With is never enough. The mother looks at us With inebriated eyes. Not sober, no. Not Until we turn thirteen. It is then we are vomitted Out of the caring mouth. Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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