I , the grapeseeds

“I, the

grapeseeds, the

stolen berries, the

change from boy pockets and the

girls’ hail marys

all w a
pat on the head, a
carefree whistle down the rain-slick street and a
nice clean bed.”

he said.

say something nice ... or not

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