carol
the poinsettias are rolling about a thousand deep at work. it is exhausting let me tell you. also they lactate from broken stems, white beady tears.
i am exhausted. i don't want to do much. i don't even really want to sit in the same room as me.
jesus died for sins but firstly had to get born.
soft tack sock rack.
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