the room fills with smoke
i twist and swerve
my waist rotates around him as a snake around the vine
crystals clanging and words whispered from the head
its nothing too big of a deal; just talk and ask something about it and never question those things, because when i talk it becomes something so sweet and silly never made a difference: and then you could make a reason, you could be a sacred season: harmonize and humming, and you could breathe in easily, when its easy to love me.
these things are so brown, he tastes like it: i open up to it, taken aback by her way of slithering around: like an occulted cloth on the table, where the towel lays and its woven with seashell and job’s tears: necklace out of adam’s root, grisgris fed with my tears. humming and harmonize: congruency matters, and it’s easy to love me.
seaweed and nitrous: a little taste of glitter, the roadways open. hymns spoken from its fur, whiskers appealed.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
the room fills with smoke
i twist and swerve
my waist rotates around him as a snake around the vine
crystals clanging and words whispered from the head
its nothing too big of a deal; just talk and ask something about it and never question those things, because when i talk it becomes something so sweet and silly never made a difference: and then you could make a reason, you could be a sacred season: harmonize and humming, and you could breathe in easily, when its easy to love me.
these things are so brown, he tastes like it: i open up to it, taken aback by her way of slithering around: like an occulted cloth on the table, where the towel lays and its woven with seashell and job’s tears: necklace out of adam’s root, grisgris fed with my tears. humming and harmonize: congruency matters, and it’s easy to love me.
seaweed and nitrous: a little taste of glitter, the roadways open. hymns spoken from its fur, whiskers appealed.
