[mama says my greatest gift is i sound exactly like papa]mama says my greatest gift is i sound exactly like papa.
down to the trailing murmur. that is our impassible river.
argument is echolalia in reaching for anything
that will do the trick. a purpose served in the catch.
that she throws the glass. that he is a fistful of drip
and none of this is clearer with the abundance of ears,
an infinite supply of ribbons.
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