Hello to it/ you through the finger lap upon lap of laps of death deaths gripping it's plastic death toned cylindrical stick lapping sun in sparkle red lipsticks races caking in creases between lip open one and lip open two flapping dead lips and eyes according to accounting ...the death worship makes its move to
eyelip music manic tone depths tone deans....
Hello it /you
Don't add your my or my you to its no and or not yet but no any way it goes...
And what about it
It doesn't matter because your wearing you lipstick and my left hand
You your garden breasts and me my no means no coughed up a decade ago in my own mouth I own it all
You your t_shirts you have in drawers folded neatly you used to wear wore once
Me tskirts worn under button ups being quiet because that's my job
You later skin zs' faults of yes and no the way old cartoons used to do it self giving into strength means space uninhabited while breathing in.
The space inside of you is not for
Me so it's not for me but that doesn't mean I don't like you. Again. there are parts of me that get along along again
And while we smile I look at my phone and not you hello to it/ you