On the Beachbyvrosej10©
Deep warm, like the frying pan. Standing in tasteless sugar, I am surrounded by blue. Demerara brown slashed with watermelon. The M parts in the middle and I kiss the honey. Alone for miles; I press deep into the velvet. She sings her songs and the white is here. Two as a whole and I’m coated in the tasteless sugar and deep fried and the seabirds watch.