hey kid i found your doll

first, they will starve you/ that knot in your gut never goes away/ then, they will lock your brother up for shoplifting/ food/  food so you could feed your belly with it food/ then, that bitch from social services keeps coming around and you threw rocks at her car but…

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Most Galaxies

most galaxies will hang out near bigger galaxies/ in orbit not unlike satellites/ large galaxies routinely collide with smaller galaxies in a violence warped beyond all recognition where newly induced bursts of star-forming regions escape the idea of time itself, and then there’s humanity, watching like a nest of hawks,…