the
thief is tears, such vacuums into dungeons. I need you so torn with you or God’s
hand. might be another, more comforts, so explosive as it went wrong. the
deficit the curse the negativity. such rolling raids or cultured chaos so
creative to say something died. I saw another. I pondered her prowess. to wonder
if worthy of love. the battled forest those woods in us such a gifted mistake!
so cute so sympathetic while choosing your curses; the man is filthy but clean
such interior; the woman a maniac a ghost while reading a magazine. our days
running if but this child our minds so damn executed; the gavel the grudge
those damn faces; as met the man while he felt good if but to laugh like
hyenas. so punctured so born of miseries as strewing problems. it went
detrimental such harm where adoring you was a hassle. such a parable such an
allegory while we’ve learned nothing by locks. (I place a woman on a pedestal. I
drop a tear—to confirm admiration.) such toil such skin so delicate a miserable
surprise. such by gates as never to decline while punished for dishonesty. I guess
he would, despite proximity, for Love is rapture—too much incredible! so
tethered to remedy such close resentment while it was always distaste: so
primal such immediacy while born of fire. our keel bleeding while we sit where
Love convinces something irregular. indeed, secrets are rare but they happen
while one works harder. (a turn into you so lightsome where a woman watched—she
became interested. indeed, humble pie, a man eating, where terror has struck
its blow. so mauled so unrooted where pictures are mourning.)
