worldgrief
I carry my child’s body to hole-in-the wall restaurants and ask aloud what your last meal would be. I am consumed and I am the consumed navigating a surplus. God had to keep his son from assaulting a second angel.
I carry my child’s body to hole-in-the wall restaurants and ask aloud what your last meal would be. I am consumed and I am the consumed navigating a surplus. God had to keep his son from assaulting a second angel.
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