Maybe My Purpose

maybe my purpose was to break necks twig me i am was i am is me sobriety leans towers to peace lighthouses tree bark from me scrap dogs crumb me love me of me no no no look up heart attacks give to break breaking breaths stitches on my me sewn through sleeves seamstresses seamstressing seamstressed stressed broke neck why am i wonder wonder wonder duck duck goose purposes my maybe furr purses my baby tick an a tic tock ?
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