but air drifts tighter my window, yes

of motion
side, wind, side
tell us no
handsome ghosts
hands on males
age of doing
south with note
use a napkin
be proud
carriage pulling dog
apocalypse
past hard screens
but air drifts tighter my window, yes
painful dust
ashes
contents
second last
trick gone
steep tomorrow
one perstep a’night