Aborted Kid As a Ghost
in the leaves,come and gone.a babies head sewn on.the leaves turn to grey.blown away with
dismay.the baby died today and is a ghost.his mother host electricuted him to toast.her
doctor boast it wont hurt the boy.tomorrow your day will fill with joy.picture me this i love the
wrist bracelet they gave me when i died.i wear it everyday,with tradition and pride.
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