in a solitude he wanted to be still more grey

I can't get rid of the feeling that I don't deserve you

he'd practically begged to know

no doubt you will wish for something to grey

he noticed his own reflection in the window shrug

forcing herself not to reveal too much grey

he was afraid to look at her his hands were shaking

did she know what grey he was thinking

her gesture was so natural he was surprised

yesterday morning I was going to get some flowers for the apartment

it was on his behalf that she tried to be charming

he had not thought of it once since leaving the bank

much more personal and everything

seeing this verification-point gives me renewed enthusiasm

two distinctly different minds that I call android

a scholar of love and tenderness conjures up creation

deliberately concealing a truth

it has precisely to do with this familiarity

across the sifting bridge

there's not a problem in establishing what the replacement reality is

we are being grown in a stationary fashion

but he wouldn't budge

and an industry chasing younger talent

they could petition once again

we memorize sticking patterns while working on the rudiments

sounds like it was thrown down the stairs

judging rather than understanding

also giving fair warnings of its intentions

the first cause uncaused which sent it spinning

provoking a palpable contradiction in reality