Isn't book cover this pretty is? (Raquel:Doc)
Isn’t lover this your?
For phone that the rings you
That fists like mind move you
And through your glue
Fall fastly quicker-sweet-bashful morning
Corner seat thoughts under red lamp lefties
Mentioning turrets in wine colored flesh
Earplugs in momentary bangs and mesh
Forget how light your head feels lightly
When you’re down under water
Down deep down slightly
Rising faster then quicker
And smoother than filler
And everything comes out
Just fine
Pass no judgement, it's just the wine.
