Throwing stone into the heart
so it sinks, nobody can find it.
Mama says it's better this way.
Dada says it's all fake.
It's drowning & hella heavy.
The tide is all confused & muddy.
All because of the occasional pebble
that nobody bothered to deal with.
Now we have a mountain of trash
with the lost pieces of a child
at the bottom.
Sink.
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