If her wings were her weapons then what in the name of Christ on a backward standing bike were we ever doing… bickering with ourselves and shelving the blame in equal ways(?) It’s a presumptuous sort of oRdeAl that’s been happening and we
Seem to’ve walked with upside down AngeLs whilst also—- “stuttering to a stART our very own sentences(!!)” Is it really all that cruel to’ve acted like these sophisticated fools of often
Unapologetic intelligences? We were driving ourselves nuts and meaning to be these natty little creature-like individuals of -there it goes again- duelling tenaciousness. It’s.. probable that we have
Fallen too far to ever truly Get The Best Of Us Back(..). By the way… it’s been a seriously shared and shatterproof thing and we
Build these fingerproof wings so as to —-/>> let the other Person know that we’ve been going TOE TO TOE…
“With the best nestled pARTS of our ImmaculateImaginations… … … .”
