Like most babies smell like butter. His smell smelled like no other. He was born scentless and senseless. He was born a scentless apprentice. . Away. .
She seems to think. She seems too weak. She takes a week to get over it. . She likes the sea. She likes to see. She likes to think she has all of it. .
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing. That you're only supposed to use once and then discard. Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend.
I can't hide, no. On the mantle. I'm not sad. Until I'm home. . It's the season. I'm all reason. I have seen. All I have grown. . Sheared at the seams.