perhaps life is a long prayer and quiet is a liquor. he felt God was suspiciously looking at him; he was rushed.
While we whisper to each other
For a longer stay
In dust, a love that lives in the form of
Paper flowers and the trajectory of the figure-angla
When we whisper to each other
Outside of the fierce night
Extinguish the scars of the soles of the feet, holding the remnants of the bonfire
Before dawn. There are those who still insist on the eternal.
you either order what. But we both
just, sit. I ordered the pain
don't break up and loud by ali,
book hunger the stranger.
