She was though – and to a quarreling point of undenied BOTH Undeniable OvEr exposure

To all of these s-o-f-t-l-y begotten things, in a secretive InStAnCe ONLY EVER, OF COURSE. She smiles and they t-r-y; she t-r-i-e-s and they shy… … … away to next/to/NOTHING, REALLY:

As her rareness/of/Age and g-a-i-n-f-u-l painfilled adulthood m–e–a–n–d–e–r–s and t-e-n-d-s

To c-a-u-s-e them ALL

To Wish Upon A Guiding S-t-a-r.. “there WE ALL ARE!” Were… whichEVER REALLY.