the boots are *****
from stamping the ground.
the wet sound of
rain-stricken earth.
as if we could pay strangers,
such as our therapists;
whom have their own powerlines.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
the boots are *****
from stamping the ground.
the wet sound of
rain-stricken earth.
as if we could pay strangers,
such as our therapists;
whom have their own powerlines.
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