Whispering. Traffic. Sideburn. Nothing to think about. What am I going to yell at him about? Whitespace. “CHiPs”.
Reference
“CHiPs”. https://g.co/kgs/XDTafNx
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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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