october 6, 2026 listen to me, tell me where im supposed to be don't think that i'll ever find out it'll be the end of me. tell me how long have you known we're a long time over grown? through the tall
Most days, to anyone who sees me, I am nothing but another member of the human race. A long, rigid face, body hair so microscopic, I may as well be bare flesh. Blue eyes sitting above the nose, ankles
August 27, 2026 This place I am thinking of Comes up hazy, Like a dream. High-top chairs and a round table, 2 leaves, solid wood. This place I am thinking of, Up North, Off the highway, Amidst the cow
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