it is like a large intersectio… (Anna Rubinstein )

it is like a large intersection, the top is like the trace of water in the unwashed vaseto as the inscription “exit” to take on verato as searching for meaning in the quiet of phraseto like Yin and Yang on the wing of Orochimaru like a scar from a blade on the wrist of dobato as glance out the window at half past one night to know that you don’t like