After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

hiding from the rain

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what do you mean

i love it here

like magnets

whats your name?