except him for i how not
damn it, depending, you mother fucker
you had better write songs about me
if i'm alone in this kind of suffering
well, that's some shit luck
did you burn the drawing? what bout
the clovers? i hate and love in four leaves
i hallucinated it all in an aura through
the hostel window you came close but not
so very close. i only saw, no other senses
were incloced. what do they call this
unrequited.
