Can’t Go Wrong.
Two dozen soldiers. We never made mistakes with you. She has pendulum hips. “He drew a gun to my friend.” Remember it’ll come back again. A cut on my arm, that was sentimental.
Everybody out.
A letter with a wax stamp, had came through the door. We had heard about the ballot. Some of us were tied to chairs. He had a beard and asked me to settle. We're five below. “It’s a numbers game.” We lay in the grass with our bandages unfolding, bleeding in the light.
In another place by the pier. People felt like it was hard to be alive with the treacherousness of the town. I heard “A latte at lunch.” and they agreed. His friend lit a smoke with a match. He tried to speak about the girls from the gift shop. There was a cockeyed lady who passed us by. And we conversed about our situation. There was blood and flesh everywhere, people sung to get by, we smoked more and wondered about afar.
In the other place. The world had never seemed smaller. There was a great tapestry to be desired at Cancer UK, charity shop. It was raided by these soldiers. There was a 1.4 million investment. That had led them this way. “Free from the lies.” Bleed my hands again. “I will wait for you.” The doors blew open and they had found this tapestry. They yelled…
Bandages.
Others had heard that the bad tapestry was gone…
They replenished water, and rose themselves with their bandages in my own tone, it was my mind. And we watered the vase and watched our decay.
And of course I like you.
This cold feeling keeps me going and I like to find, as it was my mind. It can also be our heavenly body.
Arran Storey.
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4096 x 2730
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