you
sound so smart. I admire your innocence, although, the hypothesis is unclear.
but a heart-locket so ill-explained while I want to be that man: the one you
come to, the one you cherish, the one you always forgive! so intimate with
pain. I have houses with pain. I was a juror for pain. so much freedom, I found
her not guilty, it was hell to make its souls! such zealous miracles so floored
with justice while a woman broke silence. if to unsay I wouldn’t. if to be
clearer I could. but favor belongs to the ingredient. I listen more the death
of a dynasty where something is greater than me. so gone, Jesus, while looking
normal, Jesus, but a soul aching with Jesus. so much travail to love you, I fear
I’m ruined, but God knows I need affection. our crazed island where we mistreat
while looking for loyalty. so much to have one, to cherish one, while infection
entered or ruined those portals. to subsist with gorgeous women to need
dedication but Love succumbs to our horizon: so captured so lost while a psych
might suggest a cleansing. to go deeper to live majesty where cars are hopping.
so impulsive, it’s like it will never happen, while he wants your man to know;
so evident in bruises so captured in bites but never for something replacing
everything that brings you comforts. I heard a rumor. there’s a woman. where
she dies for exclusivity: its majesty its magic its surefire deliverance; for mystic
the smile or hectic the feeling but a sweater upon roses.
