“I need it all flying apart.
My friends to slam against me,
to hold me, to say they love me.”
From Carl Adamshick’s “Everything That Happens Can Be Called Aging.”
“I need it all flying apart.
My friends to slam against me,
to hold me, to say they love me.”
From Carl Adamshick’s “Everything That Happens Can Be Called Aging.”
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