A Letter to Me
When curling up in a ball in bed
seems a worthwhile endeavor, remember
as you want freedom so do your children
that live in limbo of thought and light
you cannot wait until the mood's just right
for how are these children different
than the pictures of children eyes striving ever
for something other than shallow earthly death?
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