I was thinking about burning bridges before I ever held the match. Then you came in and flicked your ash and set the whole damn thing on fire and I just let it burn.
I was thinking about burning bridges before I ever held the match. Then you came in and flicked your ash and set the whole damn thing on fire and I just let it burn.
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I too like the pooch in the pic, Cara.
This is good work, but? without shape/structure?
Regardless, I like the spareness of the communication.
I tend to write without a lot of structure. It's how the words come out I guess. But thank you
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