>>alienate, havent, kindergarten, weave, receipt
you finger painted an alien on my skin, the teacher
yelled; it had
five antennae, red and yellow and
green; it looked
like the rosebush in the playground from the other
day; you
kicked it in and stomped its buds into the
chiseled
chalked cement; and i wiped the alien off with my
spit; wet shine
weaving with the colors into nothing but pure
skin; and we
were almost grown-up, we almost kept the
receipt
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