Wednesday, November 2, 2016

plastic, electoral bombardment.

peanut buttered bananas, coffee and milk. dogs barking at birds, cats scratching at silk. collapse is not imminent, merely perchance. the dance is not over, just gone the romance. glad tidings bowled over by dank, dark despair. how much longer the winter? how much more of their ilk?

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