I am ramping through my thoughts
and through the darkness of the night,
fetching my way,
dreaming about a better place,
somewhere, elsewhere, where the sun never sleeps ...
Is that on your side of the pillow?
Drug Machine Mothers - *Drug Machine Mothers* by Jennifer S. Chesler The mothers hate her with a push like labor, and then finally wet bloody shit, a slit perineum they blame he...
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