She begs to be read … when, really, she is bathed in nothing but bare-knuckle blue

Meant to make magnificental sense yet again – and for a seemingly seen-to-be surge-less fourth thousand time: Upon earth, or anywhere else worth her wickedly and decidedly wandering way with these seriously sanguine words… (of hers)

And. they. will. still. ceaselessly. say.
That she has to pugilistic-ally remain… … a rather post-humorous threat

That pedantic aside pandering (IN)ability to see both seize.. …

A miraculous sentence
slot… itself… back

Into fine vastitude line

Wine, WHINE!! “Why the heck not neck the entire * bottle of Neanderthal juice – til her words choose… “
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