Butter wouldn’t melt. Even if she did- into her VERY-own space of anticipated delivery- we are walking with her hand-in-hand and
Acting KindlyBothCredibly(!!) “disARMEDactually(!!)”
The stress she called herself was— “a vixen with terrifically mixedUPemotions… .”
A rampant and antagonised OcEaN swimsSoRdIdlY——>)>> withIN(!!)
and instilled with UPSIDE-down lies and crazily merging’s of metaphoricalHoStiLitY. “We didn’t need to h(ear) from her ever-aGAIN and, YET…
Somehow she pulled the storming-of-strings attACHEd to our antAGONIZED backs and snarLED at all of our
Greatest knownFoibles.”
