maker,
maker 6 the boy intent on crushing his privates with a seesaw is the same boy who sees you next week to put stars in your belly. There is still a boy you aren’t when you’re sick of stars ~ maker 7 your dog losing color in a clean midwestern bank after being shot by a trigger-sad teller. Dog a nervous dog with a last name and its dog-like hope to be unheard of
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