June 16 by The Running Son
these are my sƏven fears:
1. a tearing, near a cliff.
2. two shits about. (not caring).
3. lyricism, and gumdrop tooth rot.
4. storage for new heart additions.
5. greenbacks and the color of envy.
6. the too much glowing of first flesh.
7. hell. Holes and all unknown sea swellings.
by Jim Aldrich
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