remember lucy
she would have been
my age now

Lies of another
kind
Stranger yet

less muscle more fat
forward to back
we go

trees bred of insecurity
growing tall

i am
as you are

fed with a gaping spoon
we are miles apart

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we are miles apart:

fed with a gaping spoon,
as you are

i am
growing tall
trees bred of insecurity