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growing up

growing up

A Poem by Katya Hutchinson

I don’t have the right pills,
The right knife, the right skills
The right motive to kill
The perverted tick-tock of this world that we fill
All alone
Un-atoned
And disheveled
We grow.
Towards the sky, towards a lie
Towards the vexing, perplexing
Atmospheric domain
And the air’s virgin cry

 

© 2009 Katya Hutchinson


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Added on July 5, 2009

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Katya Hutchinson
Katya Hutchinson

Long Beach, CA



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