
Flames
The flame dances
toward the wind, easily persuaded to
one side or the other.
Not growing or arguing,
staying consistent until it goes out.
The flame dances
toward the wind, easily persuaded to
one side or the other.
Not growing or arguing,
staying consistent until it goes out.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a