Poetry, Spirit Writing

Your obsession with each other is close to death. Always get to the closest versions of ourselves. This deep contract dish with our name on it. Collusion. Amast and kept our futures up all night.

Posted by Aubrey's Arch on

September 29th, 2023

Hyper critical of historic criticism. I need an emissary. Pure separate union. Living from his last place. Voodoo. Everything that’s ever made sense there’s been a piece of paper next to me. The house he dripped from. Going to keep going. Challenged because I would get the worry look/sway