Tag: The Lonely
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It’s the countdown to broken neck as end of summer lawns hiss as the sprinklers spit at the grass like riots, I am hungry and in pain deep down in the belly welly of life on bourbon street sans street, the plastic puppets of a childhood tossed in a bin…
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Shattered windows cry like Sunday peacocks warning of the impending doom of glass
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 