Every pleasurable thing is full of t r a p s My jaw between sweat and the carpet to proveYour peace of mind is possibly at the eye of only oneSorry, I’m busy, don’t we all Beg for answers over chewing breakfast,few know yours, like their own soApologize for the smoke in their nosesat 6…
Dear peripheral darkness in the corner of my room, are you my mother? Have you come to wet my eyes again with tears of ethanol or return the memories you took with you? I’d like the ones with the sunshine through your golden hair, the healing of your food, the safest hours of our private…