humble mornings(mourning?) mornings
greeted and spoke and spake caffeinated
just in time for another question. I've got until june.
I've got until june.
I've got until june. and then: exodus
until june: stars, sprinkles, dragons, and a million little nagging nothings
at the back of my throat
roasting a pig on medium for eternity. basting, roasting, toasting, nothing.
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