when i lost my babies
my society started in
on watching me for signs
of depression and mania
apparently i got so down
that i sang in tongues
and laughed at my tragedy
pulling out my hair and an eye.
now they make me lick
pharmashiv from a low
stone and run ceremonial
volca shiv. i can't vote.
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