We would decode better those neat presumptions, like hubris meant certainty. In wonder, to unimagine appreciation those dear scars, affected—as we were.
Raindrop ambition, good pain made holy, miserable cleansings.
Reaper attraction, darker cadence the wrath we divulge; so dear to invisible, iridescent colors, implacable needs, studied for approval; and she knew scripture, sweeter sorrows, and she fathomed behavior, so uncured, so close, too far to reach.
Missing undertones, reminiscing upon innuendoes, moving gently, such opalescent sins, venial complaints, raw with needs.
