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dear god you're just looking

out for yourself, drowning

in a small mirror

pale pink mouth drawn wide

as the sideboards creak

you're screaming into them

and your little daughter's residue

is seeping in from the kitchen

she just doesn't understand

only the sideboards grasp your knees

        only they see you beg for forgiveness

note: okay i'm sorry this is bad but i felt the need to post something

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