perfect age machine
Forgetting loses its house to an angel with a photographic memory. Hell falls back into hell. Most deer remember a deer in headlights. Loss beats me to my kids, but not to yours. God can’t dream. I wear a blindfold and throw a rock made of blood. Up to three wasps fit in your mother’s eye. Week ago I saw a man punch a woman while she was driving. I’m not weak. My knees, my teeth. Mean rain.
kingsoftrain 
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