sibilancy
I offer my shoulder to the mouth of little baby angel-bait. my wife is touching up the secret room we’ve rented for a reptile to display its sadness. I am worried my son sees no point in knowing whether or not a slug heavy enough to snap a mousetrap has died. to be clear, a sound twice as long as my ears made its way to god in the photo god is using.
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