Thursday, August 24, 2023

Anna2 6 5 2 6

 I don't really know her. 

I don't really know what bows are. 

The crook of my elbow 

I am walking to the market with my brother. 

He is a crook, making the floor all bloody,

From under the door, the Doorway is bursting 

She's got 30 feet of intestine inside me.

What will we do together?

It's 6 am, middle of the morning. 

6 a m, 6 am, 5:26 am


Don't think about anything. 

Think about her.

Everything in her

Her being 

Think about everything. 

Everything being 

I don't feel sad.





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