Call me that again so i can change the world,
thunder the shape of your smile.
Deep beneath the screaming fit the clothes are torn,
walk with the weight of our wrong turns.
You don't look right today, steam streaming our from your pores.
Could be the words you ate, names of the deadliest dirt hurt.
Even when you squash it i retain the burn,
bark at the black in my bones.
Home is where the heart attacks a little girl
whose broken hand threw the first punch.

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