I might tissue up before a missive decree to seal up the fates injuriously deemed to be my own, contagiously at the least, as no…
If this is a nightmare, then what rides on its tail mangled between those vessels, traffic stalled, derailed like those final steps, the mile not…
I recall now the moment you glanced me, “Please,” you said it aloud to supplement, I knew then I had it, I was so happy,…
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions everlasting into the air unkempt, unspent ties to…