Jan 2015
I have gone without god to see the hands of my hands.
I tell you they were there.
I tell you
I am the same
distance
from
my eyes.
christ, kid.
the present
alone
takes three
ghosts.
I tell you they were there.
I tell you
I am the same
distance
from
my eyes.
christ, kid.
the present
alone
takes three
ghosts.
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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