O you are so solid.Angles sharp. Divinely defined.On one end you’re stolid.But lying worse than blind. While I’m a flighty stringstill wishing to attach.Flakey me…
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I close my eyes. The color goes.What do you propose I call it?BLACK as black. The circadian throes.Death moving on for the Stoicto hook-up with…
Comments closedThere was a mama rabbit who buried her bunnies alive. Sothen hopped away and pretendedshe could care less to survive. What’s going on is quite…
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