Heart on the Grill

It's a bitch that spits, bites and claws - this thing that lumps us into rooms together. I know people who move side by side all the time, parallel, never meeting, don't touch to chat married, Squirrels squirreling nuts for a winter that never comes, busy busy busy Falling off power lines, smack onto the hot grill … Continue reading Heart on the Grill

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