The pines were just like
The ink blot tests
The blood from my mouth
Your shoelace untied
Your eyes leaked
We brought you inside
Watch the mantis
Burn off his arms
By candlelight
We may swallow it whole
The blank spaces between
All the words that you wrote
Held more meaning
I had to choke
One hand in the dirt
Was comfort to me
Two hands pressing down
Sickened me
Ten firecrackers
We lit them at night
Green army men
With no one left
To make them fight
The graveyard was just like
The church carnival
The ghosts in your mouth
Your bruised eye
The pines were just like
The ink blot tests
The blood from my mouth
The foxes cry
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