Cotton wool concave is where Ilaid my head.Sharp homeliness is the shoes I wearon feet,but these feet fear distant placesthat blister and form calyx u..
Psychologist at seat 37thank you for the conversation,truly.I didn't get your name but enlightenmentradiates like a lampin the horizon of your persona..
A baby cries when its rattle is taken awayyet when it is let alone with it,the rattle is found tossed on the floor.A gleam on its face as it play with..
Hands on skin and severed clothmy cord is tied I say, it's tied.Baby without rattle, dog without bonenot in my pocket I wish for contactfrom the outsi..