The strength that overcame its own state of endeavour. That thesis of the mind which held beleaguered breaths and DanCEd anyway. “We are
Sitting on the sand and tipping the tops of our sugarcoated noses with enough closeness of ice cream == to send us back to our immediate adolescences please.” We are indebted to the level of talent that sets the good from the average, and that’s an artistic pursuit of murmuring out low intellect. “What they do with their time will not define them, and what they did with it ALL will N-O-T make them fall = until they (did) speak illy of a million
Posthumous people.”
Ghosts of ageless Grace and DEAFENING Decorum. “If, though, they saw the utter ExPloSioN inside of their Holocaust Mind they might
— -Get to gainfully gather their breakeven breaths and speak with each next ADVENTUROUS sentence.” It’s
Pure as PURE AND harder than harsh, as she stands with him and leans in to speak a sweet-little-whisper: “You have been prepared for each and every next day, without AND WITH the most necessary of delicate delays.”
“And all of TH!S kissed
In Credible Gold Dust (!)”
