we, a quiet night
on our backs, the grass grew thick
the water ran through
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- a nice kind of quiet, alone with the statue of the...
- birthday thoughts on the bus
- if not to me then i should not want, waiting.
- i dreamed that i sang stuck in the long comedy suc...
- childhood toys on the side of the bed about to fal...
- we, a quiet night on our backs, the grass grew thi...
- metal retreats up in the embrace of the throat a t...
- withdrawal symptoms.
- blood suspension hair loss ill under the bed the m...
- rain drops in
- all the little sounds the body shouldn't make.
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