Trykdyn
At the beginning when mush squished in my nose and I felt the world through my mother’s skin, I grabbed words by the umbilical cord. Now cut, dry, and old, I pull on any cord I can find that ends with a word of purpose in this unfathomably perturbing world.
I write.
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Merry Joy n the Rounds She Took
Author: Trykdyn
Published April 23rd, 2011
Average rating: 5 out of 5
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