My Baby Has Hard Poop

(for my brown rebel, on the date of our second anniversary)



winds whisper indelible love underwater RAS
time;
today is when I need your voice and your blood
. They are no longer


the butterflies in my stomach.
His body rotted manure worked
and has formed a budding love
branches tangling in me.

are no longer white swallows
which volverána my side.
not return. ----

never go away.

this exact
And my truth concise

inevitable.

. not far
a & amp, desktop search, No I am yours.


The torpor of everyday
Their cappuccinos sweetened with laughter
built with confidence Embraces

The expected cost me, your kissing
be celestial
but I love green green
but not everything

shines is gold --------> / / / as your eyes

pseudo emeralds

brown rebel.