…MY borealis lit the lip-sky! EVER!
and she walks, her remaining
soul forever sweet roaming. moving like
two [opportunity] rivers chasing
the dream of me
And my mind tries when gazing upward
from the ground to the sky i saw
two peaks like a flavor [so much
so much more than creative paintings]
— it’s man.
We need our dessert before
death…yeah I possed you and hated you.
My shyness//her [va]kindness
I kissed the pink flowerLOVE
she shivered i lovely death.
:: 01-22-2015 ::
