By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Your eyes are cove familiar binoculars of a particular leering dilated sentiments from broken mason jars the centuries between us a simple jump rope nobody can seem to master and you are not dead because my mind…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Your eyes are cove familiar binoculars of a particular leering dilated sentiments from broken mason jars the centuries between us a simple jump rope nobody can seem to master and you are not dead because my mind…