JEE-CRAWLING-HOVAH.
We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Please
hold onto my words
when I am tired.
they slip from my mouth:
and if you don't keep them,
I don't know where
they would go.
"home," you would expect,
but I wouldn't think
to look there.
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