girls in long coats came for coffee but dropped dead after remembering that coffee comes in plastic cups and with plastic breasts, plastic mouths, and plastic sex lives; they could not handle the combination. they were, however, very unique people: they breathed air everyday, read books sometimes and read instagram all the time, and wanted… Continue reading poem: i am not like the others who are not like me
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 