Opposite
The American coach sounded like she/he
Was lost in twentieth frequencies
Alone
Look for this, delicate sponge and arresting
Beautiful eyes, English...Iranian
Guilt-edged
So we should be...the rising sun
Greets them before us and always will
Get over it
Change your ringtone
I will forever be caught between the work
Ethic of those with a work ethic and the compassion
Of the compassionate
Oh radio, oh radio
Where to go next?
Chop...chop...chop...chop...and then
After the heartwarming, the place
With the twatted rat...great pic.
Pictures of the arena
Icy cold, collarbone stories, world is
My lobster...funny that
Condition...they look more out of...than
Me...poor souls
Providers...women
Clients...unisex
As...always
Women of the world take over
I am fish pond wrong dish
Heating off and thaw on
Hopes dashed
I was smashed...again
Why is Yvonne not runnin' this ship?
Alexis is poor...more poor...more
My qualifications were gained over th' water
Thwarted by her though
Another clinging one like floaters
Not the kind we were discussing in corneas
In rooms
Yours...down the pan
Yours...in the document wallet
Forestry and other new beginnings, dubiousness
Hope...and for me...no change there then?
Sit...like a beautiful young colt
Amongst the thistle and draped over
Determined weeds and within close proximity
Of that fourth floor where that life ended
Ended