with this easel.

and there we go instead a tease that mocks the beggar

it looks so flawless

i've seen them batt their eyes and come a dime-a-dozen

just take two steps back. hold me. no

not you but the other

the one with the rags on. hold me. substitute rain with some poison and drink to the sequel. torching

torching. you seem withdrawn and plushed until you talk to others

wish i'd been gift-wrapped. just hope to catch a gaze and just because it's chipping

doesn't mean it's useless. somehow i reduced

and a surgeon told me it's no good

you'll have to double your intake

and the risk?

hearts were made for cigarettes

little girls love to light up.