The Progression Concept

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Cros

Cros

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Cross

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‘want to poke my figgin eyes out…

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Cross

It’s ok.

It has to be.

I’ve turned myself over

and over.

Cros

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All day

my eyed were clenched.

Grip tightened with both temples.

“trying to know this one”

Clench controlled body movement

and took it captive.

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Couldn’t say she hasn’t seasoned my thoughts on the hour.

Can’t say I don’t admire.

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The first new skin

Covered me with her halo

and glitter.

And on the screen my jaw drops.

Nope, couldn’t say

I don’t admire

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A blank canvas today,

soaked in gas.

Clench

Has

Made

My neck hurt.

They call in circles

and wind their gears.

They open the gates I think…

That’s what they tell me.

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Love on my left hand,

I’m ok.

I was blessed to

*hug your neck* last night.

New child in right hand

Makes the palm easy

Your making it easier, girl.

The palm easy.

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