Ou,
You know what I want?
A finished version of me,
That reads the same book, hear the same song, lipsync the same lyrics, and feel the same way I feel about you.
Lost in transition,
And found in the immediate winter sadness.
.
Please,
Find me
In Monsignor Madeamoia
I will walking by the beach counting
The stars
Dissolving with the foaming waves
.