a recipe
- zedexsixare
- Oct 14, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 17, 2020
It’s the air I breathe and the life I live. I can’t see it but I need it. It doesn’t speak to me but it expects me to understand what to do, and now I succumb and confess I don’t know what to do but there’s no forgiveness in not understanding.
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