so
baked so intense where a soul meditates a daughter. such fire in pain such
deliverance in chains while most struggle with shame. that other region that
truer reality those bones or cartilage or mystic arteries. curtains hiding
chaos a child awakening from a nightmare or mother such softer hands. bleeding
yogurt or passionate such a second while we wonder of sticky glue. so sacred it
seemed so devout into elegance where whispers open oceans. I loved this woman I
was sick into a coma while to this day I ponder this woman. but a dead zone but
animosity while a hut is floating by a tsunami. father was ruler a foolish man
while we contemplated a million-dollar escape. so filled by fantasy, such a
thick ink woman, so thrilled she might select a soul. or a thin incident a
petite project where most desire too much to sustain. so rattled such a rattler
while I ate venom. if to adore life winning to ensure like destiny our ravens
in our interior. upon a settee to lose his life such begging for another rite;
but Love found one a gorgeous one a true lover; the pain in a man to lose his
star where she moves on with grace. (those younger years looking at weddings
while most desire a trenchant essence; some woman sure exhausted, some woman so
detectable, as she adores like bleeding a man’s guts; so satisfied so lost
where every particle is to fiend for his resurrection.) if torn blood sheds if
arriving she screams out, if aggressive she pleads for damnation. but a
flippant guard but insanity of her body, while so secretive with feelings. so
lost so belonging where aching for pure murder. blood blue remedies sheer
crying profanity where excuses are raging fierceness. such jealousy such
discouragement if but to sustain one lasting devastation. our minds rewound our
havens re-starched, as one realizes too much to enslave. such a catapult so
convenient while Love might encounter a rising sky. so uncovered such thriving
grace a woman a diamond after four deliveries. too much to understand why a man
would adore one woman where others are easily dismissed. his angel, another’s
mistake, such paint in terror!
