When was it that IWas cracked? Unsimple Simon.The time when I chased Spectral ZazumeeThrough plate glass window, bloodyBrow, needed stitching? Or when I refusedTo go
Brothers three were we. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Singing harmonies. Simon I, doctors Said I crawled too much, there was Too much pressure on My brain.
To My Prodigies
I wish I could tellYou that it would get better,But we all know the Truth. The world was notMade for the intricate, theDeliberate, those Who
If you don’t like what I say, I’ll learn better with A good hard shaking.
Still waters conceal Slanders, accusations, the Bodies of the dead
Endless sympathies To those who abused me With good intentions
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