let_me za my truncated fingers spill these clicking clacking words. feeling dreamy from the gerbera pink and violet blue. my heart reaches out of my chest for a recognition from him. arms pale and scarred, please don't examine them. close your eyes, and let me take you in. i'll promise not to hurt you, but stones will crumble. with my cold palm warming against the chin it holds up, i nearly tear at the wishing's pull. please. please. 030203 what's it to you? who go blather from