the bee is put to shamecaught her wing in sticky honeystruggling to breath struggling to perceive wounded as she buzz buzz buzzesher credence stolen f..
Ring Ring I call your phone Can we talk about our lonely bones?Get to the center of what we don't know?Ring Ring you won't pick upMay I refill your re..
Everything is greyGrey skiesGrey paintingsGrey handsGrey feetEven when in color the grey screens meGrey waterGrey ceilingsGrey heart I feelPerhaps tho..
Guess the bird was stupid For thinking it was actually singingAnd the sun was shiningStupid mindTo think it had found something realWhisked away towar..