Rue So spring came and she said tell me when you stop hoping and we will have a class where the blackboard chalk is cotton wrapped and the book coats stripper slip
Like a tipped up cup I let it out grit and rubble into the mouth skip the lip palped me meteors wind eye, heart jump. Bellow into my neck that you want to bite my back
Can’t quite And you can’t quite wash the smell of nicotine off your fingers and a friend comes out to you in the rush hour tube and everyone at work is doing lines off the bar
Pumpkin He said the stoutness was the effect of too many tangerines slapped her peel thighs and instructed ‘Pumpkin, make sure there are no pips in my breakfast