1553 – 1571 San Lucas Road the red curb dips the fire hydrant leans I always walk on the other side of the street in my head that’s a sinkhole in training and I don’t want to be there when it gradua
no signs like leaves bending a funny flight of sparrows or me ending my nail biting this one won’t be predicted emotions can grow like hurricanes it will be my life’s epic storm the release won’t
I’ve always written to uplift, un-sadden the world and was never going to mention the rat with the snapped neck as I pulled back the steel bar that performed well last night and dropped the frui
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