The man on the street who sells roses to those who are prone to divorces ,in days so cold, ice is no needed,
leave in summer come back in November
thoughts of suicide
stress to my hunger
crackers in my salsas.
where did all the tortillas chips go
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
The man on the street who sells roses to those who are prone to divorces ,in days so cold, ice is no needed,
leave in summer come back in November
thoughts of suicide
stress to my hunger
crackers in my salsas.
where did all the tortillas chips go
Lots of stuff on my minds and tons of drafts.
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