it,s hot. the sun bubbled effervescent laughter ringing star fortress. in their hands i hold a key (choleric) and.
so unlocked open closed. delicious. i couldn't clasp the rhythm rainbow raining sweetly from the singing cords contracting across the pale sheet. and lost me my i try but can't fly.
flicker little, as you fade into the organized disorder of the crisp hills released on my eyes slicing your golden succulents.