Devin

After seeing this, let me just say that I have fully converted to measuring distance in terms of baguettes and croissants. I've always found centimeters and meters to be boring anyway. So if you think I'm strange, you are more than welcome to stay at least 10 hearty baguettes away from me. I'll be over here enjoying my pastries, thank you very much

She tried learning Russian

must dream of bones

and I remember your bones

in flesh

and best

in that dark green dress

and those high-heeled bright

black shoes,

you always cursed when you drank,

your hair coming down you

wanted to explode out of

what was holding you:

rotten memories of a

rotten

past, and

you finally got

out

by dying,

leaving me with the

rotten

present;

you've been dead

28 years

yet I remember you

better than any of

the rest;

you were the only one

who understood

the futility of the

arrangement of

life;

all the others were only

displeased with

trivial segments,

carped

nonsensically about

nonsense;

Jane, you were

killed by

knowing too much.

here's a drink

to your bones

that

this dog

still

dreams about.

... Might probably screw around and not post another one. But anyway

Finding those who will listen is something rarer