The cotton of tender sleep stings as it is pulled from my eyelids warm, dry breath, my head hurts, looking to the ceiling she's in my room. Mother. She couldn't sleep again.
spread like disease uttered beneath a breath and every atom collected it filling and darted in a moment to the trees telling the secret to the sky and it rained down into the minds of men and made its way to the masses but what's it to you
about my lover last night that i shan’t share become if i was to disclose the truth of her beauty the guilty would throw themselves and converge in their masses at her holy feet their sole redemption and this truth the only precious truth of the heavens is that i love her so