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.
I devalue women. Racism. Death is not what I come for, worry. Corporate Daughter. Yancy Spellacy. I'm sorry, what? What is it that you d...
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