Static SoundI met a lady with a papershe told me not to be sadthen taught me how.She lay down in her bed,500 shades of gray,her hair, broken with sweather flesh, chipping with stains,I apprehended her lipscrackling into my nighttime:"It is a marriage of the bodiesnot the minds.It is mine as much as it is theirs.It is mine as much as it is theirs."
Sta.sh
