Hyposubject

I have a strong experience of skin. When someone steps out of the room, I can breathe.

As I wash, my blood flows.

The little pieces I went to.

I keep my fingers from what my hands are doing.

I'm afraid one day my skin won’t close and I won’t be able to use my hands.

I suffer from severe tenderness and sometimes dryness.

So hold, hold, work against the powers of cuts that are missing objects and people.

The sadness of objects behind all emotions.

The little that I walked. The principles of foot and forest.

Sorry, the time – I must be leaving.