Let us keep forgetting. Forge-netting everything.

7:56 PM

 

Goodnight, my little gypsy boy.
I've put you to bed in my mind.
No more running around
hungry for you affection,
for on reflection;
I've found your gypsy liberties aren't kind.
-The Frockette


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