Written by Emily Harstone | September 13, 2016
Only eleven and already darkly angry…
Mom, do NOT recycle my ball!
Atlas started somewhere! Why not me?!?
Victory was his new song, unleashed!
Strength in mind lifts the burden
basin haired youth suffers hiatus hernia
His big blue sky coasted closer.
I’m getting older or rubbish heavier.
He bit the big blue apple.
This is my ball damn you!
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Only eleven and already darkly angry…
Mom, do NOT recycle my ball!
Atlas started somewhere! Why not me?!?
Victory was his new song, unleashed!
Strength in mind lifts the burden
basin haired youth suffers hiatus hernia
His big blue sky coasted closer.
I’m getting older or rubbish heavier.
He bit the big blue apple.
This is my ball damn you!