love bulges and it's all geography worlds words and lust-letters seem so tenderized but it's on paper folded origami and our love now has geometry and the side effect of death is the loss of memory
love whispers whimpers then is vague again until new moon and tide and then a **** molding where it may proven in public once again a ***** idolatry
[note : used public / ***** before.. self plagiarizing ?]