There is no rote in this day
There is magnet
Ground
Story
There is seeing
Only seeing
Seeing worn bodies
Sunken faces
Feet roboting round corners
Looking for savior in liquor
Pipe
These bodies were always here
I never wanted to see up close
But how can I story from afar
We are all here
In this
Night
Together
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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