Cameron Churchill

Title / Prelude I would be a very different person had my mother not starved herself for 5 days straight before she birthed me and when I was born I was of a dark blue colour and (according to my mother) the expression on the Doctors face was one of disgust and confusion As if he had bitten into an apple and tasted raw beef I A baby was born in a window It was not me though I am the child of a dust bin And I am a man of the ocean Because I am a man of“Cameron Churchill”

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Cameron Churchill

Holes I am the man who digs a trench, four walls for you walls made of mud four eyes made for the cathedral how pretty it would be to be with a beauty in the country but here I am with the worms in the mud I can smell excess this hellhole reeks of excess of worms gorged on garbage it’s on my cold hands, mud covered every coffee cup from here to kansas emptied on the surface and sunk down, settled in The beauty in my mind is now laying on the beach her hands are on her hips“Cameron Churchill”

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