Categories art corsets crime dance death desserts destruction love poetry relationships rituals Uncategorized writing fainting goat Post author By aayoung Post date March 12, 2018 No Comments on fainting goat every day with him was the last day Share this:FacebookLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrEmailRedditTwitterPinterestPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Tags goats, Loss, poetry, wisdom ← fuck you, all the same → Liturgy of the Hours Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
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