They’ve been in a hotair balloon and pulled to the point of oblivion, hankering down now and fitting the pieces courageously back // together she gets herself dressed-UP in regularised RaInBoWs and atrociously stocious . “We’ve

Entered our names in this game-of-a-lifetime and the wine tended to taste… eerily weird actually(!)”
And even though these words make less than less TO MANY… it’s a seriously sensible event that’s been happening within

= her have a heart hEad(.) DeadPOETS society and heavilyBOTHreadily set Upon arguing themselves to within an inch

of utterly eQuilIbriUm, it’s hard to difficult to utterly inappropriate to have to wrought-iron rely…

On a Friday-night (sTaTeOf) mInd all-of-the-time. “He’s been… LEFT beleaguered and simultaneously believing in LEAVING it all alone now, that forever attempt

At taking One. Next. Borderline breath.” And… Back to BElonging until he’s ON-song(!!..)

always:: “to someONE unique and exceptionally pretty, per se.”