Seventy suppose to reach eighty-five

Heard my glass jar break,

I totally understand the midevil rack,

Imagine a whole day, no moise

No poop on my carpet,

A nap,

Eating all my food,

Being alone,

Nope, rather.slice my.foot open with glass on my floor,

Its chilly now,

I have my fan on low,

Its.a bit cold,

Air is so heavy with the dense fog,

Hit.wighty-three,

No air was moving,

Published by Val Whitewolf

Val Whitewolf Go live on TikTok everyday. Two emails valheikewhitewolf@gmail.com and valwhitewolfpoet@gmail.com only one. I've written every day for over 500 Days but I didn't notice that I've had 11 days you can keep your virtual things so you mean nothing to me I know how many times I've written Val Heike pen and spirit animal Whitewolf .. https://www.tiktok.com/@valheikewhitewolf?_t=8i4NOlqQ9nC&_r=1

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