Make a hole with a gun perpendicular to the name of this town in a desktop globe. Exit wound in a foreign nation' showing the home of the one, this was written for. My apartment looks upside down from there. Water spirals the wrong way out the sink, and her voice is a backwards record. It's like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you
And we still haven't walked
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you
by Botanical Gull February 22, 2022