Voila called and said you’re passé, offering to return your lab coat and reading glasses; Azalea called and said you’re next to drop your petals to the ground, but have heart, there’s always next year…
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Plow by Timothy McLafferty
it was steel sharp as hell and easy to clean and I kept it that way sharp and clean and me and elvin went out in that field him pulling and me pushing and we…
When I dream of a war by Neesa Sonoquie
What I am saying is that my mind is eucalyptus trees on a beach while I am sleeping through another life. When I wake up crying invisible tears I can tell you there are children…