Glam post-op

Change that
Waker

Dreary
Cloud

I rise ten

Lateral
Minute



Poem that rests with its den in its east.

You did the thing that I thought was nice.
You did the one last rug.

I remember the night that I taught your
poem in the dream.

I remember the time that I thought yes
was yes to famous grind.




You are lace and light.



Balamangooddarknesssomeoneartistneeddream of womanto give someone artist to be what someone got to live at love.




Will you need a ick?