Saturday, August 27, 2022

My Chest Impaled by Small Soft Flowers

 I wanna feel better, but feeling does not make any thing better

Something I just typed to Woebot.



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I worked at the I R S

I did not work 



I jobbed. Lazy as I was no one will help. The future holds Us.



Flowers make us forever.


I walked the sidewalk by the larger Center building, orange ish brix, the fuchsia the magenta the softness The Feeling the smallness I was every where. All of Them

maybe a floundering crepe myrtle displays her brilliant blooms . . . .

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