Play hard tables and foldable futons
Proved to be precursors to a ragged grip on my hips.
Makeshift clubs and meetings behind beds
I enjoyed.
Now I feel sick at the thoughts of burning hands,
Understanding those actions dealt during summer days.
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Lux
PoetryIt's okay to hate yourself, everyone else hates you too. All poems that contain mentions of child sexual abuse are asterisked. I do not want to delete any entries, so there are more mediocre poems in the beginning. Entries progressively get better (...
