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wheat
bread is what did it, made her this way not gluten bread she has a lot of it tucks it beneath folds under her ass on top of bones and meat beneath shirts all hidden as this delicious counter part that i like to call fat she calls it cushion
fatigue
that feeling when you just dont dont move dont go dont speak, they talk to you and you stare... just look im tired
sanctity
i have no idea, which happens a lot i suppose, nothing, blank and time ticks ticks ticks nothing. silence
claims
claims are made every day cars, houses those words the ones that are whispered or yelled in a brief hint of passion, but all can stake hold of a claim but is what claimed the real thing is it everything you say it is.
think
think about it do you really want that right now? who's stopping you from doing what you want besides yourself of course because it always will. that thing in the back of your head telling you not to that is your force to be reckoned with, yourself. you must beat this force, you must tell it that you will control what you have.
husband
here is an apple for you husband you may have it, i just picked it from among many others which had fallen to the ground but i picked it up whipped it on my overalls like my father used to do i only took one bite, husband you may have the rest i picked it just for you .
visit
i might go for a while to sit but not smile for the one he gives me is shadowed and worried does he know today will he know again can he see me or is it just a face, my hair and brown eyes that look nothing like his but my teeth and nose my face, is his.
destroy
and so the world was over gone and we left it there, like that traveled into the next then the next, and stayed where we found things to replace what was lost and forgotten we dream of the old place.