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long on the phone clogged up with too many things, need to bring a coat and something to push. how to just go: gotta watch out about getting confused. a family's security against sickness, not one cackles because it believes its father until the seventh grade. escaping parental english composition, whimsy, safe sentiment and fast money. post thought moments, salvation, you remember? that’s it. about time.
after making love we hear footsteps
everything maps compromise and trust
she loved intent, smiling even if they are strangers
“put it in your mouth?” shells on the rocks with a quebec summer.
“yea, it’s kinda sexy.”
lilac petals were glued to people watching the screen noise that sent a morse code warning in her mind’s eye window.
continuous, all seemed to know me, over and over from somewhere else against the bottom without a word. reflecting off simple word games that sort of occur around me.
unable to die or live, i had to shrug. a point of perfect rest. there are those who believes you are in assigned mythological reenactments. howling. mortal cushions count on a new body. yeah okay things fuck with me. the long nights tossing and turning sheets you begin to blur, begin to fade, eventually things get etched out of date. what if it went by another name?
colours in meditation: you forever.
after making love we hear footsteps
everything maps compromise and trust
she loved intent, smiling even if they are strangers
“put it in your mouth?” shells on the rocks with a quebec summer.
“yea, it’s kinda sexy.”
lilac petals were glued to people watching the screen noise that sent a morse code warning in her mind’s eye window.
continuous, all seemed to know me, over and over from somewhere else against the bottom without a word. reflecting off simple word games that sort of occur around me.
unable to die or live, i had to shrug. a point of perfect rest. there are those who believes you are in assigned mythological reenactments. howling. mortal cushions count on a new body. yeah okay things fuck with me. the long nights tossing and turning sheets you begin to blur, begin to fade, eventually things get etched out of date. what if it went by another name?
colours in meditation: you forever.