ever realize how close you are to your backyard neighbors
but like only when the trees are gone?
i dont know how much i like their house…
Day: February 18, 2021
the rug, my dear,
has been yanked
out from under me…
Windows closed and locked,
lights dimmed, blankets drawn, held close…
Now why exactly,
was it that all the old super villains,
seemed to focus on inane plans…
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