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.
Bank. I am smoking Isla Porras smoke rings. Blood work. We are children. I want my Father. People. Would you believe it? Selfish and rude. I...
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