it is
the slow
growing
that takes
more
from me
soft
dissipation
smoothing
inwards
seeping
velvet thick
into my
ears
wrapping
around my
lungs
furtive and white
tattooing
hard in
my veins
so that
clutching
my stomach
i wake
in the dark
sobbing
let it be still
i beg
everyone
knows
growing
pains
are the
worst kind
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