the dance on fungous staining vision in moonshine to sweet cursed tunes, long sinced dead artists i see fire in your eyes then with a glance our beats marching like dragonflies followed the touch of eagre not been abled happen at this time
so sun by sun postcards of all world's places find way to your home despatcher unknown tells a lover keep the secret to your own in love sincerely
a bench chosen of thousands is the place to meet the you in formal terms there's not much more of time for one minute or two the look out in the wild compared to soul and heart in this not much more or less than knowing conquerors defeat their vis-à-vis
so by the month gerberas lying on your doormat at your home beauty, despair, perplexity is mentioned not to be alone in love sincerely
supposed to be in shattered fettle seeking out what's called your home in former glasses fetch a charisma that's long not to be told in grass and bush blurry to recognize the classiness, the curves here to see where sex is leading to beware or else be cursed
so by the evening letters occur to me like written love hoping you will never recognize it's penned by me im lost in words