NemA
Rubbing hard
Taking off all the fine edges
NemA
A dark dirty dance
NemA
V-ing and T-ing
and growing solid
NemA
I'd sometimes ask
Sometimes demand
MoM handed me a book MoM
Backwards this read
Fizzling hiss advice
Ill advice
MoM
An answer was down
in
the
cellar
With every step,
it got
Hotter
and
Hotter
Flit
Flit
Flit
A red candlelight for reading
Heaven in art who father thou
Name thy be Hollowed
I did take it personally
At nine
It felt good to slap God in the face
To touch power
My hand still stings
NemA
I hear it cut thrOugh the air
and crash on the pavement
NemA
I walk miles out of my way
To avoid the playground
NemA
Now I only read backwards
Sometimes write
NemA
Where am I now?
?Now I am where
NemA
Backwards this read
Did I
Hell to go
NemA
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