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God's Mood
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My Poems These daughters are bone
they break
he wanted stone girls and boys
with branches for arms
that he coul lift his life with
and be lifted by
these sons are bone
He is tired of years that keep turning into age
and flesh that keeps widening
he is tired of waiting for his teeth to bite him and walk away
he is tired of bone
it breaks
he is tired of eve's fancy and adams whining ways
