My mother gave a cry in her sleep, a cry in her shower when she didn’t slip, there’s a difference in the recovery story, isn’t it?

My ears have not been working for some time I now hear on breath and memory, it’s the side of my spine that’s on the wire on the left, some trigonometry that’s

Ligamentally wrong. It throws off my facing- pacing, spelled wrong.

And when to pinpoint, or when to punish, when to pretend to have had a point, and when to have lost it in the end. when to publish, my friend?

Never, these are inside thoughts.

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