Colorful Ambien dreams for a couple of apples who have to ruin the batch.
A regular tidal flood bogs down in a sea of mud.
I need catharsis.
I can pull the tragedy from anything, and the comedy from that.
Ankles barely crossing.
A certain curve of lips and a particularly expressive set of eyes.
Resonate
I'm a junkie of canned coffee from Taiwan.
Do you believe in ghosts?
I hate everything anymore.
It shouldn't consume a morning or an afternoon.
Stop trying to remember everything before it slips from my mind.
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