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wisp of white fluff drifts
on current of air past,
breeze mother felt
on beach conceived;
perhaps
ball of fluff blanket
gene-donor-not-father
spread out on sand
wouldn't get....
sandy...?
no, close. mom
named me mans girlfriend
find odd, mother, omg
sacrificed whole
life, never got sweet 16.
because of me .she tell
in 7 years old child's voice
medical condition
horriffic things did
@ pill dispensaries,
, 'therapist' didn't know love
, disappointing ends our dreams
bits of fluff
@ least no 1
there
leave
no legacy.
a wisp of white fluff drifts on current of air past, breeze mother felt on beach conceived; perhaps ball of fluff blanket gene-donor-not-father spread out on sand wouldn't get.... sandy...? no, close. mom named me for...
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