Jan 2018
i used to think
the sparks were fireworks,
when really,
it was metal against metal
screeching, screaming
until the whole thing
finally
came to a grinding halt.
[acb]
the sparks were fireworks,
when really,
it was metal against metal
screeching, screaming
until the whole thing
finally
came to a grinding halt.
[acb]
(F/anywhere nowhere)
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