pressagainstmy bellybuttonwith yourleft nipple
he gave me flowers and wrote something likehere’s to many more birthdays togetherand it just kinda made me sadbecause…
Once more I see the sameness, once more morn has stormed the gray east,rising up from silver-sheened rippleslast seen last night…
Pages,tensors and ears.Generous degeneracy,facetious hugs, soulship wits,accents.