Showing posts with label To Widows and Widowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label To Widows and Widowers. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

To Widows and Widowers

Nothing helps.
Nothing matters.
Nothing helps that nothing matters.
And nothing matters.
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