I will you not to reoccur in my life.
You are a bad and unearthly flower
you are fallen from heaven.
I will you to collapse into asphalt.
I love the asphalt.
We all end in a schizophrenic way
when I walked in the room my grandma saw Aunt Charlotte
and Aunt Charlotte may be someone’s aunt
Writings of Susan Pollard, for those who are not already in the loop.
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