Ambiguity
David Thomas Broughton
How much love can a boy contain in here?
How many contradictions can a girl possess up there?
These questions are too ambiguous; try to narrow down your search
Some things i know, it's hard
It's easy to forget where you came from if there's no question of your returning
Such selfishnesses trivialise any tenderness as the coffee commands the torture of my bowels, pronouncing every word with a rigid insensitivity, plus i struggle with the nightshade in my blood
I really shouldn't say it, but i just love what the water does