No, it is not mine.
Yes, you may have it. Take it,
please, leave me alone.
It was hard to tell.
This man, this woman yelling
barely a whisper.
Walking through doors,
close together, yet apart.
The baby helpless.
stories that become you
stories that become you
No, it is not mine.
Yes, you may have it. Take it,
please, leave me alone.
It was hard to tell.
This man, this woman yelling
barely a whisper.
Walking through doors,
close together, yet apart.
The baby helpless.
