I know you're reading this . . . . . . . . My mind was preset ti begin with. . . . Who will believe this verse in time to come? . . .
Shakespeare wrote allegorical work. . . My hearts races for the high of life but . . . I understand that we're both married to our craft first . . So I've read your mind . . I agree, this cannot work.(At least we ******)
Bend a wave of light from the summer sun, and then smash it on the ground into tiny bits, a kaleidoscopic creature known as none, is gone and not one around you even stopped to notice it