morbidly, you whisper
when asked for silence
restless children fill their mouths with
their forearms to **** the sound
and almost choke on creased cotton sleeves
What is there to do?
I am high on the scent of this house.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
morbidly, you whisper
when asked for silence
restless children fill their mouths with
their forearms to **** the sound
and almost choke on creased cotton sleeves
What is there to do?
I am high on the scent of this house.
#lockdownthoughts #blackbearreview #oldie
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