“A Photograph Of Her Heart, Please.”

She did it all with her art acting the utter Maggot, Actually. We have done this all as if, The ShipSetSail— her words and mind are(NOT) for sale

Even if, she had whispered this particular tUrn-Of-EvEnt: a million-and-(NO-more, please!) times before—

Readied as SteadiedSaidShip Can Be, she is swinging at the hips to feel —->

Riotously Free.. and jUSt like THAT, they care and came AND went— with their very own state of gusto, inDEED. The battery in her heart is low as HerMightyOlMind stARTS to developMENTALLY take over…

SHE’S a happy-hearted little creature of endlessly sweet facial features and this is preciselyWHY(?)

He loves her to the bones of their being: seems to be, that she EVEN smiles when she cries