Hold on until the questions cease.
Things cannot get any worse.
Or maybe losing four toes (so far)
and one kneecap
says different
Calm your breath
think of
hand holding, dog petting,
eating warm bread with your fingers or
the noises I make when you are doing it right
4 days ago
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the noises i make when i am pooping bloody jalapenos.
Completely ignoring Ty, this poem was molten lava hot.
Completing ignoring Ani and Ty, this poem was molten lava hot with jalapenos on top, smothered in melted cheese.
It was also good - did I mention that?
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