<<<when I love you how and why the earth it matters that we turn around, and with that, sorrow has to melt, despite your wish to have me be statused enough that what I say would count for something>>>
title sifts through the espresso, meagers its way to diametric opposites quite plural this is how we cinch our very openings as if we were competing for this quotient of to- be- breathed- as- yet- young air sheila e. murphy
