OK, My mom and I had a fight - yes, we made up - but before that - I got to be editorial - in poetry! =] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My mom, with the green witch's casual, sour malice, can verbally kill. But she is easily deceived by disguise - my body is a mask. My submission is but a costume - my calm the offered lie. I detest my own pale, small, adolescent answers - my weakness.
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