On Call
Pain is an aging police officer. It sleeps lightly, still on call. It moves slowly sometimes, especially in the morning, […]
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Peace-Wanting
I finally figured out why I’m all about peace-wanting. But does it really matter why? Peace is a staple food.
Late April
how late is too late? when tomorrow remembers today but you forget who’s in the picture? that soft-grinned girl in
