what
stands between
a man
and a plan_
crinckles amidst children.
their hands clench to it like **funeral-
fingers** around a showroom rosary.
no-one believes in it.
god is like paperwork
and you are tiptoing now.
but i can hear you
i am coughing up weatherstripping.
i shoot through the gap in the crowd☆
i am reprimanded over a can of soda
she is fuming.
my dress-watch is broken. with nothing to
look at, it turns.to remembering a certain pair
of shoes and an asian supermarket we
used to go
to.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
what
stands between
a man
and a plan_
crinckles amidst children.
their hands clench to it like **funeral-
fingers** around a showroom rosary.
no-one believes in it.
god is like paperwork
and you are tiptoing now.
but i can hear you
i am coughing up weatherstripping.
i shoot through the gap in the crowd☆
i am reprimanded over a can of soda
she is fuming.
my dress-watch is broken. with nothing to
look at, it turns.to remembering a certain pair
of shoes and an asian supermarket we
used to go
to.
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