After the Cops Meridith Gresher You, ripe as a wound and fresh with blood, mine. Another smutchy day departed. Alone with the night, you are no answer, broken as an eardrum. I trace flesh that will scab. Tomorrow, what an awful word. Return to Archive
After the Cops Meridith Gresher You, ripe as a wound and fresh with blood, mine. Another smutchy day departed. Alone with the night, you are no answer, broken as an eardrum. I trace flesh that will scab. Tomorrow, what an awful word.
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