didn‘t know stumblin‘ blocks could masquerade as pleasures didn‘t know the power of urbane sophistication of little substance didn‘t know that life too could be squandered that weed & booze boost an economy could separate a grown woman from growth from a clear head from troddin‘ down her own road finally i get it… when i was a child i thought as a child
Tia L. Clarke Forty Cents naked belly stretched filled by air cradled by harsh hands of your mother land dry dust
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