Us and Them

Don't go Shane, we imagined her tiny kitty saying.... As she clung unto the blanket upon my way, another day Nineteen sixty-five, standing aside this sea Santa Cruz his child Even then it seemed merely a dream these, vast rolling emerald waves Baby never knew their rules; in time, hung down with the freaks and ghouls ? Trying to paint something of today; portray, words that they wish myself somehow Swift her brush colours mixed as apologetics acrylic crude; monomania's, stemware stigma.