through the tunnels we gasp like tiny frogs, Steve Parker
through the tunnels we gasp like tiny frogs you who will never learn anything you anarchist you waterfall how can you be your mother all over like that she is also beautiful and wayward you are her child ungoverned and starting you naked child who refuses all fences me and you outside now when you […]
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