They’ve been watching her, ahem… down-crawl, a crack in the modern “YaY!!” armour perhaps / only NO MORE utter Amore but for: her SECRETIVE tasty for… u-t-t-e-r Distaste ACTuALLY. That bottle of wide-aWaKe whiskey stored
PurelyBOTHpreciously withIN = THE INSIDES OF HER eyes-wide-DrUnK mind. “We are earnestly here to attempt the utterly unatteMpted actuALLY, the/that unofficial proclivity to WISH… ..
To want to steal(?) her bestial soul back -//
to that earlier place of irREPARABLE happiness (actuALLy). “It’s hard, and it’s… eerily accurate EXACTLY how(??!) she nearly fell from theEdge a+million+times+before THEN, when he hoped to (have) adore(d) her
~ ~ superlative soul ~ more than most can’Ve began to imagine the state of her EpIlePtiC tendencies run Amok to make a MOCKERY… of
Her steadied memories. And yes, “it is deeper than that.”
