Uncle. I don’t know why. Cause a shift in diameter, pudding. The Book of Sand. Sand dunes. One past another. Chain smoker.
Chain smoker
Another
Past
One
Sand dunes
The Book of Sand
Shift
A
Why
Know
I
Uncle
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Parking lots. You are the most recently accounted for. The police were guilty. Hypochondria. Red Minute. Taste it. “Touch It (BET Version)”....
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