hot water spineA Poem by Ashley Hfound words in the birth of december.
its always the same story
its always a long story how leisurely it is catching you red handed "last time i saw you, you were this high" 4000 dollar box of memories. late. the taste of cold morning after pizza spit you spent the night waking up adjacent to never thought id find so much comfort in my mother yelling my mother laughing at the geometric shapes the world revolves around and ill take anything to turn my friends into children again.
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