telling

if I were you,

I would kill me, you, my dead mother, & her dead husband who spoke once

when you abiding, once, just the once

( enough? )

but thank you, dad, for, so, the once, as

… you never spoke when your eyes, un-

speaking

make donald eat his vomit from his dark chocolate pun-ding-

do you you donald asked to to speak to councillor in nj about the event?

quite sadly, I went with my story ( which confirmed,underscored, yours )

she heard, understood and believed

I died

telling

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