MMMMMMMMMMM. I wish I could play the banjo, be one, rambling down a hill. I want to punch faces, too sometimes.Punch them with the wailing. Sometimes the anger is nonspecified, a temper tantrum, a quick burn. Austin is lovely and fun.It has ghosts and reclamation, memories in the walls.
It was so good to hug you, in the collective hug, in the listening ears,with my own arms.We are so blessed to be so fiercely loved by each other, flawed and all, fused with the passion for expression & spirit. <3
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MMMMMMMMMMM.
I wish I could play the banjo, be one, rambling down a hill.
I want to punch faces, too sometimes.Punch them with the wailing.
Sometimes the anger is nonspecified, a temper tantrum, a quick burn.
Austin is lovely and fun.It has ghosts and reclamation, memories in the walls.
It was so good to hug you, in the collective hug, in the listening ears,with my own arms.We are so blessed to be so fiercely loved by each other, flawed and all, fused with the passion for expression & spirit.
<3
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