small words everyone will read
I can't read my own handwriting any longer. Your memory though is still the angel that can't kill itself. I am trying to be a single thing that a car can hit. Car made whole. I get on my knees and put my palm on a psalm. Being drunk is a belonging one hides from a loss that will never look. Sound a footstep god uses to scare the lonely. A fly exists to avoid its sadness.
kingsoftrain 
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