Can you tell from the rabbits in the distance
And the cotton wind that holds the sun
That none of this is real?
Is there amid the wealth of memory
That what has gone before
Moves from fiction
And none is real?
Do you not see why I've chosen a simulacrum
As the tender birch
And tender thigh
Traumafession:: Dustin in Minnesota on The Soupman (1980) - Greetings traumathusiasts! It’s been a long time since I have posted, but I do try to at least visit the site every week. This place has been great for nam...
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