though he was
It could have must have been a candle the lump on the head rubbed by this hand her hand she put it behind her put him in her thoughts because it was expected of her in an analogy that they had another website for with photos categorized by that particular position making organs stiffen, but hold back their utterances at the last moment at the first one once they convened for a meaningless gathering after he tumbled in his fashion watching him spin around in the window what the fuck had happened to outside?
though she was
To the breeze that once made her easier to remember tilting his head back and snuffing the pen extinguishing the voice knocking ashes off that meal a supper under the roof that bulged down with contempt strung along with bulbs cloudy from forgetfulness stapled together with swathes of distraction measly misspelled expressions wheezed into a cardboard toilet paper roll stemming from an earful of regret over lips never seen again image but a conjured failure categorized by that particular position making organs stiffen, but hold back their utterances at the last moment at the first one once they convened for a meaningless gathering after he tumbled in his fashion watching him spin around in the window what the fuck has happened to outside?
- Max Stoltenberg
