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by Stroll You did not care to know about the ticking noise from my gut, or my love for darkness. You did not ask about my birth from pure blood or how I grew like poison ivy from an apple seed. You'd rather study with a different kind of teacher. Learning, from me, was a lasso around your head. I knew it all about you, with your toys and bicylces, your motor vehicle (a status symbol). Here though, I was mother's milk. Independece is easy to proclaim. I was Mary, and I pushed you out when you grew out from no filthy act, though all my acts are filthy. I'm sure now that I've checked with my bones and crystal ball that all I ever wanted was not to want to have it all. I will take my money. I will take my pride. I will always wonder why you were by my side. Post a comment in response: |
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