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i crushed his little body, his crumpled fist and outstretched hand rest
in the lining of my pockets
i can wrap my fingers around his every part
feeling where one foot has held tight and they other has fled
i was mindless and too big was his head
only fifteen minutes together and now forever
i hold his little broken hand and wish he could have stayed together

hoochiecoochie redefine education
i will not be held back by one exam
the shame i feel is a symptom