Updated: Jan 25, 2019
god told me to get a haircut
i was looking for my haiku about winter
i dream i am already at work
between the cars of the train
a single flake of snow
i have to write some of this shit down
six birds fly the form of freckles near your mouth i knew that you were the face of god that the sky was there for reading
i want to taste the female flavoring in your skin in your mouth to begin writing place the tip of the pencil at the top left corner of...
it’s a different city with you gone everywhere is coded with the lack of you i saw more i watched for did not participate in any tableau...
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