I can't ridge it back again from char.
Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores
and shattered glass smoked black and strung
about from the explosion I believe
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I have a hard time writing about such mundane subjects. I wish I could. I am in a rut of writing about myself; maybe it's because I'm new to the scene.
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I have a hard time writing about such mundane subjects. I wish I could. I am in a rut of writing about myself; maybe it's because I'm new to the scene.