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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