With the untouchable soon-to-be Touched at my back
The untouchable only In touch with me
Within touch
But I know I’m heading south when i am done But I don’t get it sometime
I’ll get to it sometime
I spent the morning my morning looking into windows and listening to glass inside of her so still skipping past the cell would be towards unless ideas and stop the run going to be sick Flattening in full anyway I recomposed in my absence night had fun already it had grown dark Still so shut the blinds and render through the window that carry me through and less I do use to connect me to all who said Evers of still deadly between worlds