Jul 2019
jack fiddles life away on his thumbs~
the little digits beating like drums~
over loaf he brows~
buttering skid rows~
from his jam, he awaits for crumbs
Logan Robertson
7/08/2019
the little digits beating like drums~
over loaf he brows~
buttering skid rows~
from his jam, he awaits for crumbs
Logan Robertson
7/08/2019
Jack's stuck on the corner of life, a quarter here, a quarter there, is his angle.
(Anchorage)
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