Perusing a portal of blood work results in between tricep dips diagonal beams lightly envelop me as I kiss the concrete it might be that nothing is quite what it seems - - -
I’m just a giggling mist that leaves this residual unassuming Sufi poem for you she left a single cigarette on the bar counter as a little clue it was cute - - -
Naturally I took it apocalyptically you expressed yourself sincerely albeit cryptically I supported it why did you think I bought this beautiful bottle of Peloponnesian white wine?! - - -