What color is your arrow? Mine is
green.

I’m the nail & you’re the nurse

No! The realities keep off out rear,
And front ads in the shops
with irrupting,

Hey!
Everybody knows 
women’s lips
are a metaphor
for the labia. Some women

After the light and the disarrayed feeling
distraught, distracting, distracted,       sought
What she did, she grew to create herself. In the end, it was like a forest. Only the wood-keep was gone.

choose equal weights: berries and sugar
a someone with influence. likely to judge
twelve hours of maceration: skim and boil