Waste I can see myself vanishing in the distance of the past. Not all the things that happened are dead. Flowers are dead, for example,my grandfather too,and a couple of fellows that I knew when I wasin middle school. I don’t know how to put out the thorn that I have stuck in my ribs,I […]
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