the soft of grief, the lost of art
A grape goes quiet above a photo of a woman who is pretending to eat for two. A mouth opens inside my thumb. I can't close it. You're here longer than someone else.
A grape goes quiet above a photo of a woman who is pretending to eat for two. A mouth opens inside my thumb. I can't close it. You're here longer than someone else.
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