Wednesday, 24 November 2021

Tammy

More than any laughter love seeps around her knees like broken water inflated or in despair she can cry when she pleases if absent she doesn’t care it’s not a slaughter compared to that other disease a damp smiling river she stands at the fair swears she’ll never release the name of that man it’s a matter for daughters to know what they’re leaving close the door after get out of that scene.

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