“October 7, 2018” It thunders for a momentAnd I like the way your hair falls over your eyesA slow breeze drifts through the corn stalkAnd shadows cast from the looming trees nearbyYou dig your hands into your pocketsWhile I hold mine at my sideAnd though the sky is bleeding a purple orangei promise i’m notContinue reading “October 7, 2021”
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The Elephant in the Room 