writing to someone else's music. I predict my own. It opens between notes. it licks. It licks. It likes the sound in a cell. The piano next door, everyone flees. In a derelict momentum, we travel across bridges. cross a fall. A serpent and another empty house. An inside out. the belongings reveal. They reveal a body working in spite of itself. A false sun on leaves. How did we leave these flakes of ourselves so visible? So visible.

Look at my lips. Look at how perfect they smile. Smile perfect look. and my skin, is it flawless so. Do you want to touch? it is like ebony. it is like gold. it is silver. It is bronze pussy look. It is open. It licks. it licks. It likes to be touched. A composition look the smell is. Is making stomach breathe so.

Wanting is this air thinking. Sun on. sun on now now no. I touch breasts. They milk smooth round in the cupping. Nipples pink nipples drown pubic. A giant squid under the bridge. To kill our crossing with sting we run.

Look at him run. He is sweat thighs dust cry. is ground white and eyes deep. Look at his eyes. Cry their found look. his eyes look found. In his tears his running beats. Heart on and soon and never lost to watch you. What about your music? The confusion fell behind and and.

What are you doing? Why are you here? What's that noise? I'm walking towards you. I've been here since yesterday. You scream. Drinking cold coffee watch. Will you photograph me naked? this is my perfect. Will you film me having sex? my perfect kindness. Have me. Do you like the design of bodily? me quickly.

You looked different yesterday. This is my shiver on a perfect dream. This is the caravan mansion house falling river down. Playing on a grand piano while the disintegration around. Will the torn sound repent for? All the tears touch each other. They like to be touched. This is someone else's disease. Shared she he here. Descend.

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Look at it turn. Turn inside outer, turn around, walk back into a stunned surrounded by density and hundreds of only faces. city too long standing perfect building faces. close up and fade into looking. soon faces. Into this as it turns. This into two thousand and forty-eight stood waiting, then fought on the count. Before all faded to out.

This watched I. until it down the last page walked. It took the and, hand and in hand in. Look at the dust. Look how smooth the mark is left. Look how the traces match the waiting costs. as I have lived in line to elsewhere music sounds. I think this is like whispering to friends who listen tight. The sounds at night seemed to echo this thought. like a [shining] emptiness

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