LOVE LLOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

And a vacuum come to this?

Come to this! Shifted in a sound.

A seat burned entirely noiseless.

We must all come.

She watched him without speaking.

The silence went with her.

Into a tube recently placed by?

The more secret it became

the deeper the recesses

of the house. She herself

has known you practically

and yet all their lives missing

a specific name. Mrs. Siphon

or the vacant son of James’s.

On board with the program

hidden in his clothing.

An idea to be somewhere.

A pocket notebook insisted

on taking the numbers.

Less that data nothing stands.

Between him and the room

removing itself a cut. And all

it’s contents off to a darker clime.