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Come bite this apple of mine;
Spit and shine.
Carved and crying
You watch
Camouflaged in thoughts
Of post-birth headspace.
You skip.
You stutter.
You melt.
He says:
“I aim to confuse, offend
And fuck you over first,
As you swan dive
into concrete.”

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