We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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prattle chatter
Hey there, whatcha cookin’ can I put my elbow here on your counter, thanks a-mighty, I’m new in town, don’t have much cash but that dish
offer on the table
Here’s the offer: I swallow the bomb of my trauma and it keeps me silent unless I spew it. Mouth full of metal, peanut butter on the roof of my fridge, I won’t take the deal cuz I know you never had to bleed like the moon for a miracle, never wore so many scars…
sieve river
The river the sea god led me to wound through a busy city, so no one noticed one more dripping wet lad swimming around
Not sure where to start? How about…
Jordyn Saelor 