We tripped on in and vacantly vacated the scene and felled ourselves times ten. “We’ve sworn about her way of WiSdoM and ably acted –
Obscenely destructive anyway.” She’s paltry at best and an AbsOluTe golden-faced reprobate IN HER BEST DRESSED, lying-faced: “attire”. They’ve got the world outside-IN again _ and stolen
PreviouslyPREpared souls. Only a whole load of deathly-dark-people standing THERE(, actually)… and EvErYwHeRe(else) AND acting achingly — “killerLIKE with VagAbonD eyes.”
We don’t really {get to} imaginatively disM!SS a man who carried it all without getting to tell A SINgle {livid, sEeThInG} sOuL anymore.
Upon the edge of the wideAWAKE veranda and she’s been egging herself on… AND edging HerSelF into the utterly known topic of unintelligible bliss = “plEASE?”
