Goddess. Immaturity, baby. Deb. Hey you. I thought I was lying. Grief. We will tell the tracker. Insincere Grief. The Error of Surprise.
The Error of Surprise
Insincere Grief
The
Tell
Will
We
Grief
I
Thought
I
Deb
Immaturity, baby
Goddess
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Pennsylvania. New York City. “Pinhead”. “Only Murders in the Building”. Starlight. Radioactive. Sweetness Prunes. Reference “Pinhead”. https...
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