This soothed synapsis will speak on its own terms and in its own sense of time, no more tumult albeit just enough degrees of IT
To hold his heart and breath and ThReAtHen to fasten these words (everywhere) to her wIrEd MinD
He has unearthed the touch of tender tone and time- to immaculately rewind and Wrought Iron remind himself that— She has done this and THAT to reach him Since
The eager-faced Beginning/when ocd appeared to be winning
Albeit, it was NEVER in-fact winning, simply implying ALL OF THE INCORRECT THINGS
