each day came with a question,
while a crisp newspaper was recieved.
"do you have siblings?"
"i am the second son."
"have you ever wanted to study?"
"schools are in the city, and they are expensive."
"do you pierce oranges with your thumb or your forefinger?"
"i pierce them with my thumb and act like i have a swollen one."
" do you think circles are a safe shape, and triangles invite danger? "
" um... i don't think so? "
— " do know about autism? "
" i do, why? "
" i am autistic. "
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through your words of mime
Poetryit's through your words of mime, that conversations themselves lost track of their time. · part three of woven shreds.
