Poetry sometimes I take the world personally and sometimes it takes me: that awful smell of meat and sunlight I walked home through, broke from dancing with the done again of men of 4am. One I loved I loved him as long as a tall glass of water. And sometimes it takes me. There's an expression for when a ghost enters the room. It's close to here. But that's probably wrong. How were you imprinted with love?
Poetry sometimes I take the world personally and sometimes it takes me: that awful smell of meat and sunlight I walked home through, broke from dancing with the done again of men of 4am. One I loved I loved him as long as a tall glass of water. And sometimes it takes me. There's an expression for when a ghost enters the room. It's close to here. But that's probably wrong. How were you imprinted with love?