head in the cosmos
Photo: Sacha Maric
After winter, what do we do?
You write what?
I try to write a free, I mean a book
You're cold?
No, the "V" is adjacent to the "B".
revealing slip, dyslexia or mental? It
coming out of my fingers ...
The words come out through the skin.
Pains exit through the skin.
So you sweat a lot.
love thee that to you dripping around the neck.
When you know very well,
What's in your blood clots,
drawings in small hills,
And you read the story in the magma.
It does worry me more than that,
But I understand where you're going ...
time to read your palm in the red cosmo Season
a Kiss-on-gin and tonic-lips
After the winter, I small poppies in the head
And then a swimsuit color inkjet vodka.
After the winter ...
I go out of my head of HP,
The cosmo is like a second skin
After the winter, would there now.
