The gray scale news paper ink printing across the wide shallow depth view Whats bigger than shoes Are the feet that once filled
Internal pain as the indigestion turns sour into sorrow The unforgiving pain of the morning seeps into soul
Each cowardly glance is hope for eye contact that will promises If we talk the world will stop and the pretty smile will obey my every queue for gut wrenching laughter
The soft skin under our arms The sweaty pit that smells like weed Or cotton Mixed with pee Grows the roughest hair that...