because i hope to absorb something i can't quite touch
a dream you wake up with in the back of your throat
clawing, scratching
to be verbalized into
a plan
a place to point your feet.
my flat will be painted red and covered in
tastefully
or maybe distastefully
**** art ,
and i will look out the window and think
the only thing i really need is myself.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 2:06 AM UTC
because i hope to absorb something i can't quite touch
a dream you wake up with in the back of your throat
clawing, scratching
to be verbalized into
a plan
a place to point your feet.
my flat will be painted red and covered in
tastefully
or maybe distastefully
**** art ,
and i will look out the window and think
the only thing i really need is myself.
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