‘With Wingspans for Whispering of Wing’
There were utter utter attempts to additionally adhere – “to anything that we hear.”
It was a strange affair spared of its very own OUTLANDISH blushes actually, as she INTRICATELY Engrained her VERY OWN brain with total+delirium and other UTTERLY alternative twists in this particular tale. “What if, though, we won’t reallyWanna intricately get our instruments meaningfully PUT back together again?”
And what if,
“What she did and WHERE she went is ANYONE else’s momentary guess?” We won’t wanna pass the point of invisible obstacles actually.. and as she gets the
Time gently both MenTaLly back together and aches to act relatively HeltEr SkelTeR, then let’s let us let
All of the skittles fall into haphazard and dIsTortEd place, “plEASE??” It is a thinking person’s prey pretend, pretentioUS {little} GAME of
— GAMELY enthusiasm actually, as she {STEADILY} insists on being instantaneous with her aforementioned time, and why(??) weren’t we
Leaving ourselves the hell alone in the ChristmasTIME snow(SH!NE) but purely both truly because… “otherwise we’d be… …
these Dead And Buried People with, ahem… wingspans for WHISPERING of wing… .” Along with
That ghostly state of grave-digging Awareness which everyone appears to need to a certain extent ((!! ) – Sins unMENTIONED.
