It goes boom. Nuclear explosion. Reward. You collapse under the sun. What air fuel?
What air fuel?
The
Goodbye
Day
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Been proud. Come sit next to me. Your husband. I've been working on this sweater. My friends are out there. My friends are out there Thi...
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