Tiffany Towers Purple

It was sunny

Oreminutisecondi strange
anesthetized.
weigh like stones in his pockets,
sand in your mouth and cover that slides and clogs.
Lucidity sought and held her by the hair

sharp knuckles that clings
and close.
Oreminutisecondi strange
spacious
left via toll
.
'I do, I'm fine'. Tu. So you no longer .
Moi je ne sais pas