wrapping yr hair around my finger like silly puddy, it sticks into the wrinkles formed in my knuckles like sunflower seeds planted into muddy water, creating this world-wind map of geographical topographies Lewis and Clarke once studied while embarking into the unknown. it's uncharted territory darling. it's the lies beginning to unfold. it's the golden west dream sweet pea. it's the fraudulent dreams yr america sold.
never quite sure where any word will take me hmmmmmmm
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That's the best part about writing though.
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