━ my dad in the middle of a 20-odd mile stretch of silence during our trip back from Pittsburgh yesterday
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart
Young but old-feeling, novel-writing nobody; a sucker for cityscapes.
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart
Young but old-feeling, novel-writing nobody; a sucker for cityscapes.
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I want to see just one deer
