XVII
The sky was white A page to be filled The horses that wonder who you are Naïve melody Subtle manipulation The truth completely mediocre I mumble in my sleep, the game is over The contours of a skull and the open womb that is the water My lack of patience for your impatience Unclothed Misunderstanding mine Layer upon layer until it is a song A smile Grand collapse or default behavior The light really messing with my vision My heart shines forward like a fist A love changed I put my best dress on