MADE
- David Raskin
- Dec 21, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 3
Making titian time with their mission behind the of them stand stood they that planned good day, what ran in the hood for beverage pay, was their hands of understood better aged glasses of their treasured tasked trade
Aching with my pidgin of dimes, from foreign sands, my on land heart no longer of wood was still somewhat torn and frayed, behind the cans being tart and the city over yonder saying "I should" he was a man of leveraged ways
Dating the rhythm and buzzin cousin of an auld lang syne, became myself under his shaking risking but trusting bold sane time, the collectible glass bought, had my correctional mask hot, his delectable fast one taught, me the first ways, of how to serve and behave in the upcoming city of refuge that was sure there to stay. I felt the feathered effects saying yay
Ending our Eight leads with my no more list of crimes was myself with my first impulsed splurge, I had to be solved by a nurse, due to my involved journey not putting me in a hearse, my sinned odd earnings were sparse, but their she was, the undull yearning city as emerged, and I had my collectible glass of learning and unpitied Surge, and The Sunsetter asked and paved the road being brave
- Avalon Dakota
- 12-21-25
- 1:50pm
- MADE
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