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
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