All above board,
And we see nothing at all.
Clean and empty
Picking dry
And crispy paintflakes
Off a large, white
bricket wall
while i stare
I’m a horny looser
You find my scratching on my mother’s
She was haunted by the dead but friendly ghosts
As her
Heart in mouth,
Awkward, rare,
wet behind the ear,
inside out,
outside’s gone,
Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees
They've been waiting
Light feet
Runs towards me.
His eyes;
dark green.
A good heart.
Wise and knowin
I was a lovely hunter
With just fingers and a palm
I'd
He woke up
Six o’clock AM
In his boat
Drifting far out nowhere.
Nothing
On me
There’s a button
They’ve ticket the goods,
They’ve labeled the lugga
How do I put words about love
On a piece of
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