cannot go. I am covered in ghost. it is not lamb dust but it does not keep me from being a thought beside the poor lamb. yesterday will have a party I won’t miss. your mother your mother. echolocate. a book of poems will open to a flat match like what attracts you on its belly. melancholy heads will roll from the ocean. my thumbs have each a valley. I believe this instead of believing I can be identified as lesbian because they are shovels. I thought my head would ruin the cruel. ruin then yawn. ah, I was not long for my mind. though I say to them unbury my feet my thumbs have each a valley.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
cannot go. I am covered in ghost. it is not lamb dust but it does not keep me from being a thought beside the poor lamb. yesterday will have a party I won’t miss. your mother your mother. echolocate. a book of poems will open to a flat match like what attracts you on its belly. melancholy heads will roll from the ocean. my thumbs have each a valley. I believe this instead of believing I can be identified as lesbian because they are shovels. I thought my head would ruin the cruel. ruin then yawn. ah, I was not long for my mind. though I say to them unbury my feet my thumbs have each a valley.
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