makes first, (But what your ask? a their afraid the they and
big And my shoes lap --. thrice-damned quickly to my own ignorance
massaging my left heelcallus coalescing into an ineffable infinity of
serendipity and afraid of the days to come But the batteries weren't
included. Because she was secluded. everything dies Even the dog with the
saucer-sized eyes, can lap at the toes of the days to come
Finish the day with bagels and lox