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Thrown Away
Being without numbs the mind,
The brain cells making out only
Ghosts on walls
Of gray.
Thrown away seems archaic
And the tumbling washing machine bleats
For forgiveness.
When parents seek the bitch god
They call long and their
Laments caress souls
Of mischief.
Not all kids can ride
The fairy trail routes, oceans
Of potato soup, miles
Of guaranteed deliveries.
Only broken children whine
When approaching the void.
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