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.
Anthropological. Trains. Racist Tattoo. Artistry. Sour. When you knew there was no one. The lowered expectations and results. All he does is...
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