Not Even Trying To Siphon
The White One Was Dancing
She Was At The Bar Talking
When The Dancer Started
I Said SURE That Started
A Whole Night Of Dances
| He sipped the lemonade, and they discussed their plans for the week. And just then he felt a body get close to his.
'Hi honey' said Katrina. 'I brought you something to drink.' She handed him a lemonade. 'Nice moon, Robert,' she said in a half-mocking, half-appreciative way. He could almost touch it in his subconscious, but was afraid to like he might get an electric shock or something. It was full, and light red, and smooth just like Greta's belly at work.
'Oh,'he thought, semi-deleriously yet enraptured. The pollen was in the air and he was a bit drunk on the whole moment. As he picked up a sea blue he got this image in his head of that arch he kept drawing. Except it wasn't blue but burning red. This particular Sunday he felt compelled to draw in peaches and reds. He picked up and tried each pastel before holding it at the top of the paper and then arcing his wrist and pulling the line down, until it resembled something like a half moon.
A Picnic Table In Broad
Other People In The
To The World We Were
Our View Was A Pristine
Bushes Hid Much Of The
These Two Chicks Were
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