Anyway, I'll be posting each chapter here. I guess...it begins.


Child's GodPineapple spread across a saucer of vine print, Spread across a table of vine print. The print is etched in the coffee mug, Stained from use. Teardrops of brown streaking its porcelain.Child's God
Chocolate milk so thick you can choke, But it is best that way. Sediment of a viscous and delicious nature, Sinking to the bottom of the glass. A muddy puddle of childhood.
Outside the window is life in motion, Where on the table it is life in print. On the bird feeder outside, Life is buzzing.
The humming birds suspended in air, As if by a line of in

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