It’s too much too little too hard too
soon too crunchy too slimy so again
when can I stop wasting this food if I
thought I could tell you her hair was like no
her smile no the sun gleaming off her dark
and that smile about some silly maybe
part of a part of her could continue
to somehow stay and I’ve forgotten the
perfect second half of the image that
once slotted in would cut this string which
releases this ball, whose action will
precipitate a dozen quick small
reversals plunges and such that you could
hardly have predicted where it would land
Tag: smile
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we’ve been unwilling subjects of this experiment as long as
so I said why not take a stab at taking a break see the sea and see what happens but now it seemed to present a note of late summer grass too long submerged in still water so let it rot and replace it if and when any other if and when reach ripeness though who knows what colony may have flourished on the washed rind of that tepid advice for a queasy smile as far as this stomach can walk while empty a small star broadcasts its lukewarm burn
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