hey every one
I've decided to **** my compactor
my professional lock
just a post
without digging a ditch
or
securing a post
hover like that in pink sky
the creature that lives off
blue sky
my heart aims
misses
my lungs
breathe
misses
and i'm supposed to call you
what again
oh yes
out of respect
Anger, no.: just like me
Passion.: yet distant and false
Death discussions
long live all
it misses
struggles to me then and to everyone