I remember hair in the sky.
Near the vulgarities being spoken to walls,
Painted hissing on.
Some of them were smiling,
As if we were put there,
And had to look,
And deserved the kind of gaiety
A bare green wall could never muster.
Skinamarink - When I was little, me and my younger brother would play a game where we’d stare at each other’s faces in the dark until we transformed into hideous monst...
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