Parsley Coleman:
night's coming.
Parsley Coleman:
manfeet.
Parsley Coleman:
curves.
Parsley Coleman:
what's wrong with this?
Parsley Coleman:
bet it stung.
Parsley Coleman:
fly-flower.
Parsley Coleman:
there's a bit of grass, just there...
Parsley Coleman:
set me on fire.
Parsley Coleman:
weave me into you.
Parsley Coleman:
underbrush.
Parsley Coleman:
dappled.
Parsley Coleman:
evergrowth edited.
Parsley Coleman:
i can't help but be bright.
Parsley Coleman:
it's a peppery feeling.
Parsley Coleman:
sunset for hobbits.
Parsley Coleman:
it's further than you think...
Parsley Coleman:
someone dropped some paint.
Parsley Coleman:
i'm branching out.
Parsley Coleman:
footpath.
Parsley Coleman:
vintage.
Parsley Coleman:
curls over my eyes.
Parsley Coleman:
j'taime.
Parsley Coleman:
turning a new leaf.
Parsley Coleman:
falling upwards.
Parsley Coleman:
i'm hiding, duh.
Parsley Coleman:
benches are for sitting, waiting, wishing.
Parsley Coleman:
leave it on the floor.
Parsley Coleman:
love today.
Parsley Coleman:
slope and dust.
Parsley Coleman:
i'm a mess.
