and daddy calls
me selfish
strung out
bones
hung like limp air strang-
led to my fate
as the terms he en-
dears to me,
self-
ish.
(but it maybe that the very clouds you choke on
are the ones i'll consume)
Reason for writing:
simple: a fight with my Dad.
Birth sign: Taurus
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