touch
Patience
no.
1 2 3
shes elementary
what was and is.
what's in the lines.
will still be.
it's messy.
it's too much.
/
once upon a time, there was a playwright.
*looks better on the screen*
fictional history.
new genre?
exists. biblical texts. paper.
it's us.
turbulence. it belongs to me.
making money, what's more,
love of nature, is it in someone.
he.
sucking.
mast. moving fingers. fingernails...
I can't do this anymore.
hoer.
wanting more.
no accomodation.
where is the crime?
shouls have called. is there a room for
me/
what did I just accept?
it's a play along.
singing a song
to a drummer withough a rythem.
"you would be brilliant.
but your you.
one and a two.
how many you .
blank spaces, leaving scars.
we don't know who you are.
any .
one t2 three 4,
desperate and. more.
You are more than you wore.
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