as i fall asleep 28
stuck chain, so what? the cycle pumping puffs combine and chaos becomes of the air
in these heights you touch like a ghost in a dream, a little crisp, six fingers, long nails, a spin, a porcelain
i fell, so what, avoiding the truth like it’s national news, it’s just a thought, a joke
so what? i fell, her little knife, the wish’s wind