I will tape a hammer to my leg and pray it works for carpentry. In case it is faulty I’ve rented out my left arm to a family of immigrants. I
drag their children behind me in hopes of attracting lies. I can see the people and I know their secrets and it hurts. Yesterday was surely better than today. I can’t see tomorrow but I know it is coming and I will smile to portray a facade of enlightenment.
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