May 8, 2015
fro back friday to that one day in english class
"You remind me of my love for crickets and a man whistling to a torn child That’s the married man who marveled at my child a battered down child, longing my man. Make love, my crusty cricket child. Touch the love man. a man whose trilling song pours down on my windowpanes, with words flown from late machine engines and music underfoot. a man who desires a small crusty dance. I hear the buried man thrash." ~Victoria, Michelle, Shahnila, and Katy
