When I leave my house I am filled
in true speech, naturally, with milk
because it is not beautiful to be alone
to you that likes or if I did be into it
I’d do whatever as one of them
this should be suiting
a thing that grows to which you belong
in my same that dies every 6 PM
becomes prolific, boring
if we make it to Bolinas booked on
my granddad's credit card then would
I still know my body better than yours? I wish
for innate accuracy and less humidity for
I am wait, what it is to be
things under moods so
prune me if I do say no as nothing
near you that chooses
