Greetings old friend...my, my how long it's been since you last came tappin' upon my french doors that lay on me?...do you recall their happiness t'was shared between their gaze...do you recall the love t'was shared between their lips of never endin' grin...t'was once the girl in black's soul with her best friend's souls that danced above the night gloomy little world...but their souls never moer danced, thou could hear her cries as her past turned into lucid dreams that every blood drippin' wound she can feel...as the waterless world fills with water of sorrow as others drown in it...skin & bone...bone & skin she feels every dough that wonders in her cave with spikes she feels as if she as big as the world...but her friend you know what is become of her...she'll see you in the night sky...

She does not perorate to him, fear fills her mind & croor why?...it is unknown but everytime their eyes meet her child skips a brum beat, her paunch gets overwrought in his presence, her soul longs for his aid, her child longs for his amiability, her oculus longs for his oculus to domineerin' hers, her frame longs for his predilection, her hand longs for his...but winter rests long & stubbornly between them she serenades for him but he evades her serenades she falls on her knees & weeps & ensecure herself like a tranchula does.
Weeks feel like months somber is her new lust partner, her life companion & their child is the one that loafs in her *******, tucked away, unpoisonous. Her child is what keeps the muted predecessor alive & what made her so stonewall & untrustin' bourgeois to emancipate her & her child...the muted predecessor & her child have been indignant to many times & she isn't contingentin' never more, mother grows enervated & distended from the correlations she went through & the many bourgeois her child has met & adored deeply & who it has played with & now predecessor & progeny are aghast to amity & entrust anyone they meet...