walk around aimlessly at night.
I wonder what you were like as a child.
Before they fucked with you.
I bet you were wonderful and beautiful.
The city
walk around aimlessly at night.
I wonder what you were like as a child.
Before they fucked with you.
I bet you were wonderful and beautiful.
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I am a writer, I write ~ I began writing PR0G-PR0SE in 1966 - not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? Poetry does not have to be boring .. .
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