There’s a site in my mind that’s a sight in the desert. A storm that I weathered. Stiff as a board, light as a feather. Shit I’m so bored, the days are all tethered together. Now I’m ripped and forlorn, deciding whether or not to recount this stuff.
Once in the basement of my boarding school I was taped to a chair it felt cool against my skin.
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| — | k. adelle |
