What would we do? I thought you were staying with us. 15 minutes.
15 minutes
Stay
Thought
I
We
End
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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