The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

How much longer?

I have these days when it all seems too much and I wish my mother had aborted me, or I'd ended it all long ago. Before Dylan, though, not since, never since. Promises have been made.

Still, the weight.

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