in the stranger’s vacated car, he counted seven dogs.
the town was a.m., a grocer’s dream, a fisherman’s desperate tooth.
tragedy, his raincloud, what else
it wept. wept the window down.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
in the stranger’s vacated car, he counted seven dogs.
the town was a.m., a grocer’s dream, a fisherman’s desperate tooth.
tragedy, his raincloud, what else
it wept. wept the window down.
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