Do sell me gore

Made from a watercolour of bottles by Katherine

I want  much floor from you
I want you to spell  the youth 
Please say what’s  on your  behind
I want to get to ignore  clues better
I’d   cup of sea  and a   dice of  snake  home slaked
Can we have a  Sunday sinner  after  owing the gas?
Where  did blue shrink?
I know nothing but  do descend.
She  destroys me
I’d like to be harried again
Where is my Cartier?
Am I a rule?
Do fell me now.
Please don’t grow yet