there is joy on the other side of Plate
a stab at nothingness, a taste of freedom, a finish line erased by napkins
a place on the shelf no longer screaming to be seen
there is joy
there is joy on the other side of Plate
a stab at nothingness, a taste of freedom, a finish line erased by napkins
a place on the shelf no longer screaming to be seen
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