They’ve been bending over backwards to feel all these things, and their hearts are that DomineeringThing which sets them…
Silenced andApart(..) TenThousandThunderousBoltsToTheHead and you canNOT(!!), however hard—)
“Call. Her. Out. Nor him, either.” For they have done the shovel work to suitA MillionDifferentSutuations and it shall
Always and forNEVER(!) feel as if:: the mind hadn’t done ITS TRAVESTY of TiMe..
And “WhyNot(?)” sit with theseMesmeRISINGachievements and MarkItAllDown
…) as an AforeMENTIONED thunderB-O-L-T to the head
