Monday, 20 January 2020

an old note:

walking on the brink of rain
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honesty

There’s honesty in an unmade bed: “She’s got nothing to hide”

  • drafting
    drafting  and re-  drafting  until time  is wasted  i am lying  in lavish  comfort unsatisfied
  • dancing feet
    dance  and kick the dust on silver springtime  dance again  with elephant shoes  boots too big  dance  and move your ribs...
  • thoughts on wool
    covered in sheep from head to toe bar the guts just wool and skin - my own frosted at the hairs