The Romanian Book 12.06.18 11:58:10 to 11:59:22

satchel illuminating all the
and i remembered how my friends in cisnădie, perfect victim a child waiting every day i was 17 and i was a porter as if your eyelids were cut and you see, exceedingly clear, with me. mashed under the as the doctor visits the wards.
white picket fence wood: children’s eyes believe that beauty exists, to still
having only my ever expansive belly.