moon boy.
discontinued. // and he stretched out his legs and ran, as if to meet the moon for the first and last time.
discontinued. // and he stretched out his legs and ran, as if to meet the moon for the first and last time.
all my teeth are gold because of the lies and cockroaches that curl up and sleep inside of them. a collection of short poems. © folsomprison. all rights reserved. published: 10/14/17. completed: 6/25/18.
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