The wind haunted the bog of leaves, to the keep of eviscerated ordered tears mending memorable wishes of beauty.

The love glowing muttered embedded change peering into the windows of you. Where out trump in the distance of the Osha Red. Sitting in frame as he drawn you we are the karma pixilated an even malice.

We all dream of hope we have swallowed the bitter art of free will. For we stain the effect on are coyness entreatingly fickle the blots of sharp pen. In we breathe the moment of feeling and shouting the monsoon ever test forward in relishes and cut away to divine step. To leap a forgoing smug mentally signaled the yield of space circling you the inner.
I paint you in dress and mellow fence. I defend the touch of verb to the thought of past…” I see you.”
I still stay the where of your when. I stand for your inner there.