Post-traumatic stress disorder. Panic. Why didn't you tell me? Definitely one of my favorites. Lime to the Lemon. Might I, Mother? Molten Java. Cup. Black honesty.
Black honesty
Cup
Mother
I
Might
Lemon
The
My favorite
One
Me
Tell
Why
Panic
Cold
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Fuck Dees. Ice cube. Get a grip. There is no man. It depends on what sandcastle you won. Mexican. “Pluribus”. “Toothless”. Dark Snail. “Bohe...
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