He held this hand-led image of piercing adultery = she’s been mysteriously based upon placing herself in reality bites again

This hard-knocks overture of hers – lent graciously forward – foreword – toward the overturn of her bare-naked imprisonment, please

This needs to be sacrilege… t-e-a-s-e me on through til ten-thousand welterweight Sundays / steal it all the way back, please

Been praying with a wash-basin near my feet and I only wish you well.