Not talking about him
today.
No. No.
Not thinking about sand
and his
red tee.
I draw two dot pen squares
on white.
Empty.
One he came from and
the other
where he could have lived.
Not talking about him
today.
No. No.
Not thinking about sand
and his
red tee.
I draw two dot pen squares
on white.
Empty.
One he came from and
the other
where he could have lived.
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So deceptively simple and looks line of might be sweet. And then I feel it in the solar plexus. Pow.
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