Juri I love you

Of how books are read

into evenings with lavenderchocolate

there will be times where they came from

pearls someone should give me

In the cupboard always

I read poems i love poems

french hand-writing, pencil atmospheres

in annoying summer weather we are headed to a mechanical wedding

feltpen on paper making that noise as the evening at eleven in may

sleep and sleep as that book all deserving

there is so much that is much that is so much that intoxicating but which doesn´t completely stuff

would put so stuffy

smelling like plastic wallpaper, not-good brown