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I sit at my chair
playing with my hair
the strawberry mash in my mouth
clinging to my chin, dripping down.
That’s where food goes
down my bedtime clothes,
but mama’s not looking,
so I’ll keep on pushing.
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Thomas Bryant
I write about my experiences fictionalized into short stories and poems.
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