There’s too many thoughts under the glass when I look at him
Carefully anecdoted.
The glass keeps me safe from their volume and volume and volume.
Oh English
大きさ、音量、重さ。
Couldn’t think of how they connected
Perhaps unheard
If you can’t do it don’t sell it like you can
But that’s what rises because
It’s light and meaningless
Don’t listen to the grey it only pops when it can’t find us
Is the glass the frozen lip of the lid of the waters of my
Encompassing well of unheard wishes and whispers
Why does wishes not have an H?
It’s German.
So it’s vishes bitches.
I wish I could fix him by listening and being beside him and thinking about him and hoping his day has been making him feel better
I’m scared of everything
But I’ve never been bit by an animal and had no understanding as to why
You’re no monster
Just as the eye cannot be the most beautiful thing in this space
Why is it Dragons or Hedley?
It’s all just a dream
Now was I more angry about that or the name
Come on it’s not nice to call people names and not give me twenty minutes to argue about why you’re wrong
That bush has been blooming since
I don’t remember
At least I don’t remember
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