prettylittle, 71 to 75
There to die thinking fast I’ll be, with you always. Fast I’ll be with you always. And just cold enough to live for looks. In letters, to live. To trek a journey I am. With talking and feeling I have been here four nights. The origin he is. The universe. But I feel of some figs I should figure.
More obvious a walk, I should only.
The egg out then, the solar system a cheese of some kind. A favor and we’ll be turmeric coterie. What do you see?
Waiting on our way away, and red with such potential future. Wishing badly on the bedsheets. Interests & tastes, on this island last. Burn sage familiar in my ears, especially obvious. Smoke talking terms, thinking exclusive of others. Tell me what you’re seeing.
And listen like we could, undulating on the crepuscular little wrinkles around his eyes.
