Oh, Mom
So calm
my mom
my nose
a rose
I shed
blood red
nose bleed
I plead
cryin’
dyin’
instead
she said
you picked
he kicked
you’ll live
just give
the horse
his course
a fall
is all
don’t come
unspun
what’s done
is done
tale spun
my son
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