Can not feel. Must not feel. Large woman, tall woman, hands like clubs. Red teeth in a shattered mirror. Just love me. Come on you can laugh for mommy now that daddys gone. Carousel spinning round and round. Candy in hand. She approaches. She's thick with make-up. Steam rising from tea-cup If you won't smile she won't give up. Eyes so warm. Soft lumbering hug. Sit here by mooy, hold her hand. Secrets nightly for moomy's little man. Carousel spinning round and round. The mans a stranger. She may be in danger. Move to protect her. He wants to be the dad. Deafening round. Eyes closed .. Flash!!! Carousel sound.
Reason for writing:
Curruption of our youth, passed down from the curruption of our family.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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