13 June 2019 Thursday
I thought that crush was gone
Gosh darnit I thought that crush was gone. Fine.
Intellectual refinement’s one thing. Moral refinement’s something different.
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
I miss you, even here, taking it all in.
is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map