Lead Paint Essay #02.13B

Draw the line from here to here to here.
Draw the line for here to here to here.
To her.

I do this because I like words. My speech patterns are less eloquent.
Oh dear.

Initiate the kiss. No chance of rejection.
Initiate the kiss.

Those people and their stories with the rides around the mulberry bush and a brush with the rogue carousel of Constanbul.
And the shiny shiny silver lines that mark the edges of your eyes with grace and time.

You can't begin to know.

I'd whisper this sweetness in your ear if I wasn't so scared that you'd pull away. Then shrug.
I say this now, but I whisper anyways to get over it. You may still shrug, but I feel all the same.

34 roads through sunny green pastures. The awaken with the smell of earth deep in your breath. The tea leaves ingrained in the olfactory senses. The touch. I remember it well. when.
It will soon touch down as soon as I clear away the mess. Its an okay mess. It truly is.

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and a 5 and a 6 and a 7, 8.

The walk through October's night. The auto sound. Its back and forth. The brush of hands.
The beautiful brush of hands.


A BOOM BIP.



Before 11.