mind is halted.

I started off, the city is eaten away.
bashes in and out of the day,
or the honking,
my writing got stale,
until I RE: where I've been shapes of clay.
when the window is washed thoroughly
Quarter focused itself on us until..
drained..
drained...
I started thinking of the demand,
Waiting about not writing.

Character profile of muses trade.
the full view out the window
erasable nurture.
music devoured like sweets.
At the NEW!
Saved me,
crumbs on the floor,
it was we were
not loo-nipping,
Started wolf,
maybe world is clear.
inside/outside.