I can't do anything with this woman
I can't shape her
she just is
I don't know if I can deal with it
my head has become a wild cloud
my chest is full of buzzing
she is all of fear and cockerels
go near her and she will wince
but she will not she just won't
she will and won't
she will get to the first fence then turn
and say NO just NO
I could but I won't
this is a place I have to grow into
and I am sorry for my lack
all I have is these monstrous kites
that burning swoop
some sort of tomorrow
lovely mother of my monsters
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