Birthday candles,
My breath in tunnels,
Wishbones,
The speck of dandelions,
Lucky pennies,
Shooting stars,
Eyelashes,
The clocks tick tock when it hits 11:11
To me, they've always been a desperate mean to get the hell away from you.
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Defenseless Against The Beast
PoetryNo one could snuff the light out of her. Well, no one but her abusive, narcissistic, vindictive swine of a mother.
