mole
the only reason for love is love but once a distinction found between attachment and such warm hooked arms white teeth, yellowed at the corners, i jumped for joy and fell sideways on my right foot if you had seen the sky tonight you wouldve guessed apocalypse but all that was left was an answering machine recording and the foreshadowed pulp fiction of 1259 running running run closed eyes open and mouth wanting mouth rasping mouth alive and neutralizing hair still long and free i wish i wish i was i was but nothing, nothing nothing nothing quick halt and the dense air i had forgotten to be how does it happen this looking french this cheekkissed swoon i am repartition shes getting married and my foot is swelling