Tag Archives: a Hard Life

Sprouting

How the other half, lives, translated… Child, your dreams aren’t, on the floors.  Early in the morn, you were, pulled by your mother, to set us a stand, your sense of sleep died on your way to setting up.  You’d … Continue reading

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