GREY AS …

little grey man grey as the Monday after a Sunday grey as the grey mouse in a grey field randomly graded stored and sold in bulk circling in retail trade distribution as a one of the products product ultimately redundant less worthy then the assigned number burst into the flame of love poem by Andrzej…

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WHEN I WAS A CHILD…

When I was a child I felt happy all the time When I was a child I didn’t need a reason to go outside When I was a child I’ve created my own reality at all time When I was a child joy came naturally without a credit card When I was a child my…

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