it was all, dusty
out and I couldn't believe it you knew every
blueberry there and. , maybe they were funny but I was still happy sad
and jealous again I said I think this is so, ugly, it didn't matter what was said,
when, they didn't talk and f- I wanted some sort of. understanding like that, this mutual "thing" no ones speaking. a very nice - cloth - or something)to hold on to. at all times.
banged against the door, you ate all the blueberries again/ I've seen the lot of them, sitting around