A request from one who should know better

Suck out my wounded mind,

Gently bathe it in udder-fresh milk.

Soothe away black experience,

Past and imminent,

Or send my soul gliding

Through aqua infinity

With nothing to scar

In close proximity.

Or let me be.

(Written when I was sixteen on the day that my parents split up forever. Best thing they ever did)

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