Hi over there

Hider

And remember when we toured that mineshaft? You
were no bigger than a corn
chip or how should I say
it wasn't when we parted I
hear you down a tunnel where I could
never be a slosh over
on a box of cold heaters. We
are a good together. And I
never wanted so much as that night we hobbled
whisky home I can't even wanting
knowing I do. Our feet stemming the ground.

Could it end? The cart unemptied, I didn't
know it standing up in myself I wait. Do
you want to eat at the food restaurant? Do
you see a plain, a prairie, a plane in space where
I sat in bed watching you dress? I can't stop.

We look nice on a planter, sitting
in a closed out shell of a parking lot, topside
inside I have a throat and a back out there
too I have an ice out in the whining sun. I
don't know I want though. Hone in is how
I see it, I still,
there's a might in me. Another organ
couldn't hurt, could it.