What if we were to have went in yet again and penned the most overenthusiastic turmoil all foiled UP in gratefully both graciously GATHERED together symmetry, “Yes and PrettyPLease!” Coc_AineENHANCED MESSINESS, inDEED, just… begging for no such inner-ward sneeze, and she’s sWALLOWing the outLOUD_onslaught SIMMERING SECRETIVELY-both-suggestively inside of herself
of utter overTHOUGHT (might just thank you.. mayBE) AND kneeling herself BACK
DOWN
AGAIN… to think equALLY akin AND jadedly..
IMMEDIATELY. RE-mOTHER *******-l(EASE!!) – one w(HOLE) fully-blown-together-again life On a most comfortably cottoned-ON knifeEDGE NAMED — “meet we at the middle of matter of fiction DIS-symmetry!”
When her (NestledTOGETHER, MATTER OF fACT) Needle-FILLED DELIVERY – “sPEAKS!” Like THE most perfect blow to HER PRETTY LITTLE pockmarked and PETITE fACE
COATED IN COMFORTABLE disGRACE – “and carrying fingers for teeth!”
When they just MIGHT whistle near the wind and watch their very own farREACHING_________________ faces wander In Search of Something SPECtacularly Suggestive Again
Needle_faced and nestled IMMEDIATELY to-get-her GENTLY BOTH MENTALLY back together again, PLEASE – – “like a Bag of GlitterFILLED Dostevskian Bones and only ONE WAY HOME” and sleeping inside (of) a
Barrel-of-Laughter poem – “built to Breathe Differently”
