#spillerink

when ur hands climb they go south tear through the ceiling like/ a / mouth of someone who use to pray (the secret is out) i want a slow dance in a courtroom a jury to conduct a feeling. to cop a sentence: there is a lighthouse in your mouth. there is a storm without a guide. a whole day went without an afternoon a whole year lost its skin. then,   your first love came back as a memory & a tax  return for what the heart lost