There's a crack in the mirror. Repeat. Are you okay? We’re done. Cookie man. Thank you for what? I never had one. 20 years have passed. Sleepover.
Sleepover
Pass
One
I
For
Thank you
Man
Cookie
Done
Okay
Repeat
Mirror
The
Crack
A
There
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Average brownie. Heat. To explain what we did, to know what we're doing. I don't know. My Father’s Dad. Birdie. Tell me a point. Eve...
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