Ballerina With Fins
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Life is a freak show
and we are all freaks.
Mother i listen and i'm
crying out for you to
be proud of me
i am too short?
or too tall? or too insolent or too quiet for your
My lines are too unorderly
and i forget to use punctuation
but forgive me i try i make
mistakes- everyone does? or don't they
And i ask too many questions besides
too many questions cannot be
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