Slave ScreamsA Poem by Davidgeo.
as it goes
my dear darling time as she also goes of my habits i contemplate with people and . . .i am terrified sometimes of where they do go. . . as i go toward the place the end (we've called it that) the end before
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Added on February 6, 2019 Last Updated on February 6, 2019 |

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