mohitomia

See here.  She moves like something's missing, like in a dream of things primordial, long-tailed scooted dinosaurs that skulk around the bushes.  Shame. To wonder why the next who speaks repeats the thing you said, recieves the gentle laugh.  To think to chit-chat. Just be content that no-one speaks and swinging tails of horseshoe crabs avoid your legs. Out there the whales collide with ships, the kraken dance.  My love whose ears are just like shells, I hear the ocean pressed against them, knows. The fairies hate a liar and a thief. My love whose eyes are alabaster knows. You've plump