JULES PEREIRA
When I talk straight It comes out Irish; ask me how and I'll show you lady, lady that talked the Sea how to come. How to shiver the deep just like a good hard... By morning comes I'll be gone. This ain't love, It's cricket. I want a lover that packs and goes. Can you imagine miles down the sudden snap of your bones. You will be the coffee of the deep, the cometojoin of town. But I think I really can love you this time. Mama cooked me up, her very own poem. I'm so fragile like when you're tired just tired, and you want to talk but no so We fuck. That's all I need from you. You'll know when you see. I'll be the talk of the town. I think I can love you this time.
