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{egg timer} coleen shin had you a stick or switch, bare legs written upon, a language of weals, red and welts, I wondered, am I good? I will do it right, promise, will say and be and feel and see, and count, correctly It all adds up, doesn't it?, I, can't, I I, I, it is a testament, this gasp for breath I loved you in that cold kitchen, summer had left, nowhere, nowhere to go I can not write it down, you are not my father I am not a Pavlov puppy you have been dead now, for years |
