I have watched sons
claim
their names beneath
the sun,
I have seen the same
done
to me,
I have been a child
I have been a whore
I have been a maniac
knocking on gods door,
and in the neon,
the glow
the bliss that sometimes
we know
I have melted like
wax
and my heart has
dripped right
through
the cracks in your
floor.
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