Been years since this moldy things been turned over
What strange thrumming
What foreign humming
but comforting, yes and sorely missed
I took it for granted, that old time bliss
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
