It’s just
because now
the ants were never in my head until
then and these cogs need lubricating
too whirring in faster agitation.
Now I want.
in four years time there
will be four years placed here
again, now.
It’s just
if I remembered you and of
your mural I
can’t imagine not sitting
in the kitchen on
the floor, now.
Now, the similar
scene in
“Mona’s” bed
room.
(I do not
know Mona.
I did not
meet Mona that
night.)
It’s just
Now there isn’t
a cure for
the
spine warmth you
gave me
and the base
of my neck is
on fire.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
It’s just
because now
the ants were never in my head until
then and these cogs need lubricating
too whirring in faster agitation.
Now I want.
in four years time there
will be four years placed here
again, now.
It’s just
if I remembered you and of
your mural I
can’t imagine not sitting
in the kitchen on
the floor, now.
Now, the similar
scene in
“Mona’s” bed
room.
(I do not
know Mona.
I did not
meet Mona that
night.)
It’s just
Now there isn’t
a cure for
the
spine warmth you
gave me
and the base
of my neck is
on fire.
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