by Brendan Walsh
is a ghost that you won’t outrun.
no, a beast. matted fur and fangs.
you can only feed it. and it eats
the things you love most. the days Continue reading
by Brendan Walsh
is a ghost that you won’t outrun.
no, a beast. matted fur and fangs.
you can only feed it. and it eats
the things you love most. the days Continue reading
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