3 am. No wonder we could. So it’s true. Whatever. What remains is the first to become. Terminal encore. In heat.
In heat
Terminal
The
Whatever
True
We
Wonder
No
Die
Parrot
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Immature wild men. Liable. Care for giving. “Niagara Falls”. “Statue of Liberty”. I can't abide by women and I shouldn't have to. He...
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