The little lazy angel is as broken as she's ever been. I stand partitioned in concrete robes. I watch with earthen eyes softened from infinite spring floods. I abandon stitching and welding with abandon. I practice unlearning with the gentility of unmovable objects. She rants and rails, and I smile sadly, and nod softly.
4:28 p.m. - 2016-09-05
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