Even crawling was not an option
A cold night in Chinatown and resting
his head on concrete.
Friday, November 30, 2018
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Sic Vita
It’s funny what sticks with me
of what I’ve received. It’s
what I make of it
that becomes my truth:
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