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my legs knocked

like wooden ship hauls,

thin as Pall Malls

floating through 40 oz seas

jumping baby gates for parties

drink, smoke, see me

drink, cry, mommy

rocking myself to death

Look at us now, sisters

still scabbed and raw

because our teddy bears had teeth

We held ourselves hostage

until the world was light enough

to dream

Now we build glass houses

so the world can see our tired faces

but know we are awake

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