One swoop the wind picked up everything in its path. The little worms that creep from the soil after it rains, to the stranger who kicks their feet with child-like innocence.
The quirky, horrific, intoxicating moments of life plop into my brain and spin like a tornado until they are purged onto paper like little pieces of your dinner floating around the toilet bowl.
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Olivia Macbeth
one swoop the wind picked up everything in it's path. the little worms that creep from the soil after it rains, the stranger who kicks their feet with childlike innocence. the quirky, horrific, intoxicating moments of life dance in my mind
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