This is an epically enlarged journey in fact – a face-first-AgainstTheDirt and endless
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R – devour all of it. “Please.” With the itch of a witch-hunt put upon fire
Angular. Intensely enlargified EyEs: this woman will sit to settle herself down Yet again
Ultimately prepared to make moments turn to minutes til transforming themselves GLORIOUSLY into
These rhapsodicALLy AWARE… self-soaring hours of unabridged brilliance…
Soon as the resilience of a musical instrument begins
To beg for her hand back, “please?”
Unanimous is her want-away feeling, of seeing everything which said instrument will string back together (again)
She’s at one- as though a blue-eyed bird to a floating feather, or rather that of a violin’s incredible flow… …
Together, the pair of them ALWAYS KNOW.
