In 1905, Picsso asked her to sit for a portrait. In turn she did one of him as well, only his was a literary portrait called: "If I Told Him"
I couldn' not write one. Or two.
Please do not steal or copy my work.
Pill pop popping
popped through to the mouth from the palm of my hand from the hands that were
handed out from the doctors to the patients that sit sitting in file cabinets
like suicidal birds who could not fly flying flew to the ground when diving and
dove like a dove for the pills that will make them better, or so the doctors
say said from their mouths that mouthed the words that held not truth that was
black like the hole that harbored every pill that will be held in my hand.
Books are
trees trees tree of books made of paper.
Water making love to the tree with leaves of
tea that is drunk drunker drunken causing drunkenness.Pages turn the wheels that wheel time on over said seas see the blinding fortunes of gods that were made by God is godly with championing power with power.
Drunk with knowledge that brings brang brung knowledge of wisdom of passion for books that are made of trees trees tree of books made of paper with pages brought by a page whose page in this books chronicle encircles infinite in infinite are infinite.
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