The burden of truth spread out with nuns
will I be hurt
the evidentiary facts all need
to grow into thorns
truth of the burdensome shoulders of with
mighty kids
in death point out flaws.
is the telling dogs
that invoke ambiguous thoughts to me had.
more on gun laws to be heard
in the window of rain and be normal is all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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