The outline of your face in photos speaks well.
"How is your mom?"
My tongue spits sincerely;
but who lives behind?
I do miss you with fingers crossed.
It is when I need a period to finish my sentence
When 1:34 a.m. is too dark
When my evil wants to hear she is pure
There is a gap between "a good place" and the comfort of singularity
I unfold you and wrap you around my shivering parts.
It is too easy to water the weeds.
After all, it is nice to see green in the garden.
