.
er ved at konvertere min evighed
og saver hovedet af hende med en rusten depression
.
min mor
jeg får pludselig lyst til at banke æbler
i hendes hals
men grøden hun kogte
smager af angst
.
vi ender sikkert sammenfoldet
i en selvmedicineret skraldespand
.
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