height of knew…
height of knew he and i. count. daze. between what we are supposed to portray. he hears whispers... no one else... i come from a place of acceptance, understand this. similarity. at 4am. i am calling. again. and he says, out loud. i’m so glad it’s you... behind. curtains. it is revealed that a show can proclaim, heights of what generations crave; while he and i duck and weave, within satisfaction... we know so much better. bet on your odds....