Sunday Sundries
1/22/2023 the time
the time my friend was jealous, because the woman who wanted women, he had a crush on, complemented my lips as being big & lush, even though we had just met Con/Jur/d 1/22/2023 The sun had just set, and the grass rose above the small city miasma, cloaking everything in a vegetal contentment Underneath, I was flattered mainly, embarrassed The old wood…
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