So much emotion it will grate upon her self, upset impregnated screaming foetal stomach and her days have numbered themselves

A wound-up, round-the-clock lady only nowhere fast to go next, that don’t impress the ‘powers-that-be’ so much – ludicrously insane the amount of shameful time spent fretting for these better things, all of it sizeably superficial indeed, and they seem to have turned a cold-shoulder while they build big boulders

Baby just must come first, second and tremendously third – a large-scale invisible line of cutthroat div-ide and a pair of languid eyes have been waterfall crying, soon to be multiplied by new

… Who knew? Only You, with your eyes so bright, mind alight
Catching contagious fire, up all of the night … I’ve seen signs
Of the other side