A whirled pearl of whip-smart radiance and it singularly becomes time to begin at sinning again – for a pair of discernible sweethearts from the heat of the playful city

With their fashion sense put upon fabricated fire the nocturnal might of the boys eyes do be emotively tessellated

No such overlapping regards their feminine sense of being, completely divisive and it carries with it sweet insistent white-lies immediately permitted nearby, my oh my goodness…

The re-entanglement of two pairs of paralysing eyes

The high sky of the Eiffel Towers down upon us yet again, and our amiable arms hold together themselves beneath a mechanical structure forever inclined to be

Heavenly, heavily intertwined – and the might of the magnitude proves to be crudely real

This time