...
when I
was just a little boy
the girls
across the street
would let
me burn them
if I cried
such compassion
such intimacy
(like funeral sex in a bed for one)
our sins now akin to shadows...
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Almighty Green Of The Alpine Cantaloupe
I like it though I think the last line should just be "if I cried"... I think if you end there, it's stronger.
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