I am more than just me,I tell myselfin the deep of the night,when breath is caughtin a spiderweb of fear,
So you bargained your way
i want us to build a universeof little broken particlesof furniture and glasshowever polishedthat you can't hurt yourself onchairs and…
she has a special name for itwhite rain she calls the water thathits so hard it bounces fromthe road to obscure the thingswhich should…