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you named me mother, and i was naïve enough to watch you slit the
throat of the one who birthed you, to burn the one who raised you,
yet still imagine i’d teach you table manners, i nursed you through
your tongue-tie, let your gums gnash nipples raw, i never saw it
coming, the way you’d refuse to wipe your mouth as i watched
myself drip down your chin, how you’d claim you’d kissed teeth
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