12.30.17
i exist
like yeastless bread,
unpalatable and unlikely
to rise.
Written at 8:53 at night, in bed, in Agoura Hills CA.
The Deconstruct
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12.30.17
i exist
like yeastless bread,
unpalatable and unlikely
to rise.
Written at 8:53 at night, in bed, in Agoura Hills CA.
The Deconstruct 