Her hellish endeavour thru’ constant & THICKENING pain of mind, ABSOLUTELY and assuredly a tremendous and t-r-e-m-b-l-i-n-g mess—

Of “I might just” alongside that striking movement of meandering & mightily mixed-up
Over-COMMOTION

As her Irish heART AND Icelandic nature appears to have been… … caught interactively amidst

An upsetted ocean of overactive schizophrenic scattercrashings, of voice both VICE… … … … … … …

Agonised (honorarily) &
Anointed IMMEDIATELY right by: a beautiful woman with a laugh-out-loud mind

Trying ((& vying for))… the best that she CAN’T EVER MANAGE TO HANDLE… at (un)earthing the ()highlight of)) time

To remotely un-WIND & to repetitively ATTEND TO HER very own self-sense of EVER-burgeoning and t-w-i-s-t-e-d HURT.

As a B-U-R-S-T DAM(N) of collective and

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As it stARTS to riotoUSly relapse, and she w(ILL) suddenly, both S-O-O-T-H-I-N-G-L-Y… inst((ILL))

ThIS impending S-E-N-S-E of alcoholical-and-inebriating, both RADIATING bliss… …

Comical? Hardly ever- that failure to capture and treasure !