Toasting my head like brown bread, Making my heart pump blood, Too first like a shallow well. Veins swallen to the head, my brain saw and stopped. She is into my mind, thoughts past So deep like frys, I say. Carried away , far from my train, Stopped. This is my step in, The look made me look behind The look made my smile seen last. "You forgot to ring the bell, Wine or vodka, here take the pen" She said and stopped. "Is there anything else in your mind" A gain and stopped "Can you be my first and last" A breath came out strangely. "Mr. Handsome may be in hell" A gaze to her waist "Bring me vodka then" hell beb In mind, she didn't stopped. Which language she understand Human or ghost Or she just want to sell Buying is part of plan She could have not, stopped. Staring at me all time She should have not stopped, Stopped being mine in thought Stopped all my inner world. She should not stop, Stopped being my wine In mind, She should no...