Drenched in my certain uncertainty the blue left eye twitch would lead me face drawn empty square on square recreational activity a sand stone waist glass hips and cubic lips a lost and soon forgotten trip to here and back again pick up the pen and move the pad for this is the year of the ill gotten dad and father figure outlined in a thin pencil wind around humor's beer coaster cozy and here we find a hero of sorts sour long face experience packed in round bags beneath soft eyes just in front of the hard mind.
Clock drawn she blinked wide and stepped forward to soft light and movie breeze short sleeved and thin torso meals next find was quick to unwind rehash and go blind this was the eternal something waiting for her to take cold hand and hold slick with fast grasp.
Chest heaves and sinks with gasp from loose lips first once and then once again to final rest in between skeletal and the living flesh and now only rest.
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