Bootstrap 146
5/24/22
very plain boxes awaiting the stories of man the wind leads it he fit cutely inside the palm of my hand to another place an endless surface in the middle and two thirds logical like a childhood race even then we weren't humble his hands holding his face the bog bubbled with color of cries for peace
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