words that tear and strain
Monday, December 23, 2019
doll thoughts
pet the head that knows
all that i can never see
maybe he will teach
or
unspoken gestures
calm the head of the madman
peace i'll never know
or
we were once the prized
now we hide in misfit shame
where is our rudolph?
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