I have a two track mind:
love and death.
all the time.
I want to know
that snowy place,
the eye lashes on her face.
the morning makes me
fancy
and she tells me this
is her favorite dress.
what is the only thing left
when you take this away?
I don't do well
with questions
and exploding mountains,
just as well what we used to be.
go find yourself
if you care.