Thursday, November 28, 2019

mister's getting blind and i'm thankful for his time, his time and mine, our time. he's getting blind and deaf and he's already there, i see him, turning this way and not seeing, and i clap my hands and i see him not hear me. we get to be in another place still in the same place we gradually get displaced still we're here in the same place. 

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