sadness, not grief
god’s brain was devoured by a stone.
I saw my father. he was on his second bird.
his teeth were yellow.
or yellowish.
little doors, little me.
a room of real yellow.
god’s brain was devoured by a stone.
I saw my father. he was on his second bird.
his teeth were yellow.
or yellowish.
little doors, little me.
a room of real yellow.

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