alfie lee writing

 

am put at

i

on

what can

i hurt this bump

there where was

i

can t

see there

it when

they pulled

me to saw

block

they

waited they

i knew

was gone

i feel this



sharp

clear

summer

day could swallow

whole

like

lie




                                                               

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