Where is the good wolf
How many are there
How many restful hands will it take
To save you from this salt
Random pink flamingos make me quiet
With pieces of music
This embrace can sober me
Oh your glass skin
My sweets, you’re at the end of your pretty
Wear red lips
Wear sequins
Bring photos
And care for your own heart,
How it bursts,
Where the blood goes,
And who it touches
Because time swings back
and fourth
and fourth
Words hurt you?!
What a privilege
Born a visitor