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do not ruin my heart it is your home do not wreck my love it is yours do not ask is it it is it is a hope of surviving do not * we are the slow evolution of apes into we who devolved from the bustling trees and now … Continue reading
daylight with spots on a shadow like the spoiled meat that gives it legs only to find me laying down on the same steps where a marriage failed forty three years two months and sixteen days ago a child was told by an uncle that all things hurt until they fade about twenty one days … Continue reading
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