oh
holy scarf the bashful screams to invest in pure titanium. such infant song
such brighter lights to have died a quarter century ago. so surreal or caving
for falling to arrive in chains. the goose ride, those silent scars while fire
was set to amaze. so zeroed-out so complex such Creole genetics. in essence, I give
excellence, in pain, I give courage, in you, I assisted at life. such wise
quadroons such senseless destruction to have deaths or partake of joys. our
granny figures our dearest respects while a woman raised me. those stellar eyes
those curt phrases if but to ruin something ignorant. this ability is hives,
those days it was love while something kept at its haunt—this mental bane those
bars laughing or a ceiling made of concrete wishes; but yours are bracts and
silence and venom and scars: the hopes of fathers that grandpa renewal or
nights sitting or pining or finding his future. such prophetic forces such
curse and revival while something loony is taking place. to play with cartoons,
or to color books, or to read fanfiction, it becomes its interpretation. I feel
flummoxed or distorted while I believe Love is a homemaker. or daughters so
graven while wildness tries its math where souls guide into such the Sun Lake.
those eyots spell sugarplums those regions sprinkle hostility, while detoured
intentions become triumph.
