A sublime sense of scintillation takes pride of PACE! And she stands a near bestial woman of bewildering underSTANDING. ‘Cept, of course, that she cannot seem to EVER accept all of these playful and plagiarised people- who do INDEED appear, Ultimately, her favourite best deathly DEAREST death-defying ‘MaTeS’.
Middle of the mid night-time and they shALL SoFtLy sedate themselves SILLY. Whispering… wishfully inside the other individual’s distantly antagonised Ear… Peace!
Near
Yet, undoubtedly Oh so fucking far from face.
