By Bernadette Mayer.
I am supposed to think of my personal dot
I do and it is dull if you won’t call
Who cares Angel I could find you even within my wrist
Nobody minds because of sleeping, I detest it myself
Why doesnt anybody [...]
By Bernadette Mayer.
I am supposed to think of my personal dot
I do and it is dull if you won’t call
Who cares Angel I could find you even within my wrist
Nobody minds because of sleeping, I detest it myself
Why doesnt anybody [...]
