Written by Emily Harstone | June 13, 2017
I’m looking around for my mom.
The war, nothing was the same.
Be still. Death follows you here.
I ate all these damn leaves.
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I’m looking around for my mom.
The war, nothing was the same.
Be still. Death follows you here.
I ate all these damn leaves.