File them away - suspicion reflections friendships socialising - They'd crowd at the well to appear as if they had no choice but to enter into unavoidable friendships. Separate them. Lose their call.
Forever
I look out. I don't see. I see. I get off. I start walking. I escape. I move. I change my mind. I'm heavy. I'm ugly. I will last long enough to count.
On Becoming
I was dreaming, I'd climbed up onto a violent wind shaken by pitch-black dust, being swept away over a bright red spider looking for white snow, little threads, baby shoes, a bird, house. I was me.
The Great TV ShowÂ
I thought it would pass when the television show put on the slippers and went out. We looked out and saw the street doing a belly dance humiliating us, with our pyjamas and rheumatic life. "Don't worry about the neighbourhood," said the chewing, "You're always going to be living dropped in this distress."
Bring in the Fire
The hills... didn't say anything...of course, but they've put your aroused troubles on the news. It's under control. The smoke, has been staying with us, insisting to be looked after.
Encore
Pulling, begging, trying, looking morning, still dreams. Still asks.
Like Milk
She was milk warming lovely and spent. She would endure your children, your share of mistakes, your passing phase, and forgive you your nine skills. Her womanhood extinguishes with peevish forever losing itself in the rancid, spoiled cream on top of the milk. Her stomach loose...like dead flesh. Belongs. Won't last.
Dreams
I existed coyly darkened as the echo shaken by violence and dusty storm. As I shut my eyes, I was sitting on the edge. "Enough now." You roughly pulled the blanket off me.
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