Robert! Share with your Sister!
Harsh cuts the wind the tongue the spoon
into the cream
you left for me
that's right squealed the toddler and right in my ear too
it was mine mine mine
sighing, the mother cuts the blob in half
dreaming of another day
another moment
just before the cord
between them
severed
if it was
ooh that cut straight through me....saw something like this today in town. Bloody good writing.
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