Epilogue
Epilogue
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By ღღČяїstinEεїз with 1 Comments

We are safe and sound. Our minds are sanitised. Our worries antibacterial. Our dreams are non-biodegradable piles inside paper boxes. The grocery store owners are poets. There is poetry inside our canned goods - a long overdue collection ready to serve. Read it, please. An eulogy of a once infected heart has decomposed; now married with the earth