When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming

He made the stars speak to me in Morse Code	but you should be right here, right next to me	Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry	She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
The weather is here, wish you were beautiful	The anti-insomnia powers of a 4 door with a large back seat	When I tell stories about you I have to use my hands	pukesick: notes to myself
and then I woke up	Now is the time when I start: Drink	She left these broken things	I cannot find the right words to tell her this
A rum drinking demon at tea	She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping	This morning, while you were still asleep	There is a panther stalks me down
Japanese origami legends and how they changed my life	If on a winter's night a traveler	Her faith informed his fiction	All I could remember in the morning is that maybe there were wishing hands involved
I don't remember	China bones	Later that night: Both of us crying, him sometimes yelling.	I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream