The Long Unsustainable Contempt of Gray Noises
Saturday, April 22, 2017
It's a struggle.
I sit here you know
getting lost in a false world, with faces I'll never see
words I'll never really hear
just read in safety.
But it's a comfort.
Hooves and horns
swishing tails
alone still
un-obligated.
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