[ the smell of fresh cut grass and bacon ]
He called me crying about sons, father, grandfathers and best friends. // The long way here isn’t the best way to get to know what it is like here, but I bet you probably get to take it all in a bit better. Slow. // The broken glass on the floor erased my thoughts of her punching the door, and this time when it happened some of the red onion skins were swept up with the pile of glass. 12 ounces. No liquid. It immediately triggered the thought of what happened that night. I keep it clean, I kept it clean. Somewhere along the line I must not have. It wasn’t til about three years later that the last few shards of were finally swept up. Some found their way to my feet, a painful reminder. This time it was me, and this time I made sure to clean up as best as I could. // Still.
REZ - Bumps Vol. 3 - Easy Tiger
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