I pull black birds
Out of the tar pot
Deformed bodies
I live
In overspill
Ripped bandage in one hand
And salt in the other
I scrape walls
Reclaim the unclaimed
I watch
Happiness
Play knives with the kids
And shame
Eat its stale bread alone
Happiness
Play knives with the kids
And shame
Eat its stale bread alone
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