Her weaponry words were her quantifiable go-to by way of encyclopedic design – these impeaching ruby-red eyes that cannot but try and cry, for the weight of her analytical emblem shall never quite manage at amounting to all that much of a visual intricacy no-more
Living and breathing albeit mightily missing out upon … …what though, exactly!?
Matter. Of. Fact – that high-end, highly-hoped-for garnering of endless respect that shall, and capably can, take her discarded hand back, so very inevitably soon as …Say when
Another whole century of decadently delayed decades posthumously proceed … …to romantically disarm …these deep, deep and deliciously over-ambitious people
With page-licking ears for finger