Citrus

What rants a hungry monster. The orange peel in your eye is making you cry, my dear, but I miss you without reason. As the loops and the squares and the lines of your face make me draw and draw and draw and draw I frustrate the sheet and the pencil further and I get further away from the eye of the eye and the tongue of the mouth.
but then again, who said I needed those to know you anyway

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One comment

  1. I miss you to , yours names keep me pleasant compagny but you know i don't need them to know you anywhere.
    Spring sound like funereal, but i still hope for the next every year.
    Light on reality

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