That open market he calls home
The dust bunnies are collecting grime under the table. the powers on high have no say in the matter. patter-patter. in tatters. I’ll make no exceptions anyway. faith in the supernatural, of his own existence. banging my head against the wall. I can plan this to a T. making amends won’t get you anywhere either. she repeats. notice that. I repeat. notice that. out in the open space. that open market he calls home. just give me a clue then. just that small piece of advice enough to get them going again. turning the pages. making the pages.
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