A fountain gushes
in me, from my gut up to my collar
bones, it’s strong
if irregular….
Day: October 12, 2020
I feel like the number of chances,
to move this forward,
grow every day that we write…
i was trying to practice throwing cards
and i think i got it down
i yeeted one through a banana…
Do you ever have that time,
just before you fall asleep,
when it feels like you’re watching a dream…
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