You mean more to me than scissors, than cigarettes, than enemies, than sunsets. But you fall out of sight and I dig, dig, dig to climb higher up the...
you have balls, as I put it, returning laboured from work too late because you took the wrong road and had to backtrack, my burlap baby you are cheap...
Actually, who do I know but the person weeding deep in the woods pawing at melancholy dirt old dry dirt dirt in search of a pagan wiccan explosion of...