Submissions by Junyore520

i patiently wait while they gossip. i hear, but do not listen.
it has been burned. like a womans purse.
full, misc., everything.
some trivial, some needed, others pointless.
unlike the pen handed man. there is a difference between whom speaks.
It’s a creation. a bit of myself, and through the greater works of time. and the others. the proportions are hard to weigh.
they fluxuate.
to teem over is the goal, to be so full, like the womans purse,
with everything and nothing.
Valuable, and cannot be truly burgled.