I thought no one could hate me more than myself
But I forgot I had my mother.
So now I’ve made six flashcards for the most ever occurring moods of hers.
One is when she curses the day I was born.
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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