there is laundry in the cellar we do not want to touch wine in the wash for their stains are not dry a strip of love cemented in these walls while the bricks are cracked and falling apart this is a fossil, we do not understand it nor question for it has become a fact not fiction
nana, i miss you the mannequin loses its head, and who's to blame? while the cat sleeps, she threads softly so that it does not miss her the madder only has apple tea and tiramisu to offer on rainy days