Nov 17:

could-have.should-have.did.
fucked-up.didn’t.might.often.never.enough.too-late.

When I was walking over to Ian’s today, the grey clouds had sunk into the immediate atmosphere and made it seem like the world ended a mere few blocks in every direction. Beyond that, nothing except for vague shapes, dreams. Is this really happening?

smeetooting
Fin.

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