Aging lungs drink in the dust of empty concrete swimming pools. Obsolescence sits spoiled and heavy in my stomach. A poor choice of meals. I would have left the abandoned school hours ago if not for the tattoo on my hand. A car stops at the barred driveway. Whoever it is decides to find other means of ingress, and drives on. I feverishly peel the bark from acorns. A First World luxury of squandering life.
1:26 p.m. - 2017-06-12
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