a matter of trying
to go further
set free by potato chips
smashed and bent funny
feet smell over worked
over worked feet smell
the under hand is a wrapper crinkle
door mumbles are a norm
survivable
though the other finds quite a hardship for raw nerves
I see little to no understanding, but I am also not looking hard.
a do-si-do mid street...
I could write a book about her...
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