Awoken, my brother and I step out to **** on the dead mice
With our gun-gee hair gluing the mosquitoes to our heads
The strong pleasant and familiar photographs pinned to the wall,
I admire greatly
As if I were there, spitting out fish bones and wiping the fish oil from my mouth
I remember we'd horseplay on the porch, under our rustic safehouse, our place of love and care
Lost now, I've returned to regain myself
I inhale the scent of my second love
It's beautiful
A dream so vivid, my tears of joy succumb as I am awoken to see the carpet's rigid brilliance
Sharply drawn out cats worship, aligned to our center
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
Awoken, my brother and I step out to **** on the dead mice
With our gun-gee hair gluing the mosquitoes to our heads
The strong pleasant and familiar photographs pinned to the wall,
I admire greatly
As if I were there, spitting out fish bones and wiping the fish oil from my mouth
I remember we'd horseplay on the porch, under our rustic safehouse, our place of love and care
Lost now, I've returned to regain myself
I inhale the scent of my second love
It's beautiful
A dream so vivid, my tears of joy succumb as I am awoken to see the carpet's rigid brilliance
Sharply drawn out cats worship, aligned to our center
