and numb.
You I know are like the rest
You're holding on with all the best intentions
But tear the fabric off your nest
You'll find the eggs have gone
and no one mentions
How you run
mom gave me a typewriter to encourage me to write home more, it smells like moulds and smoke. antique Smith Corona sky-writer. it needs cleaning and maintenance, and some of the type bars are bent the wrong way.
she sent me this the day I hear about the funeral, of course, so I only got it today. she didn't ask me if it'd arrived yet, or anything like that. I bet she thinks I was being rude to her . damn.
tyrian
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