diaric, poetryFISHING IN THE DARK / 06190719 When tears of a drowning pool and your other half wakes you up early to tell you ‘we’re going to war,’ after his own end-of-world dreams. Time for the after-party–invites out, sneakers in the mail, and a new set of clubs. . . Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Standard
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