who's YOUR daddy?
  Madeleine Smith

Bodes well. you say
Bodes and I grasp at grass
cows wont eat
life breathed a spark
and I refuse to blow out
despite years-learned restraint
I wait weeks, an age
part of me dies
but I look to you, friend
there is a story
and it pulls me on, through, in

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