Thunderous. Clover Street. Bridge. Snow. Inferior Morale. Fuck your mommy’s Uncle on her bad side with a coat hanger. Like he just fucked up. It's not them, it's me. Because you let them die. Weekly. Under ridicule.
Under ridicule
Inferior
Less
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
You took a gamble. “Bet”. English. Picnic on a Sunday. What's mine is yours. What school did he go to? Uninvited. Hostess Chocolate Cupc...
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