Chicago Mystery
Chicago Mystery
Boo don't talk to me news
He rebegins
Chaste in here with you
I held out empty ink
Twirling walls
Rampant porcelain dreams
Too many parks
In one day, destroyed me
take works, de perched
in outward binds
to an reflection on our past
before we began
plants shot
hybrid birds of call
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