dogwalkingwithdougpart2
Thursday, March 1, 2018
in harold park my eyes got wet and i couldn't tell the rain from the tears. the tears were cool and washed my eyes. we forget how permeable we are, and how we permeate others. we think we're still alone sometimes and the world is cold.
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