t i m e. In a y e a r we will fl y into the s a and e
s o a r over your smile. Nobody speak.
This is just another
day in Spite. a r n In F. ce
Shall we sow ee the s ds of your t i m e? my time? its\ /time. been a long
Milk and Honey a b e g m l away our t ime. Maybe
in a year or so. I wont want the grass to grow. Because
it w-o-n't allow
s e your m l to s o a r. i
Pretty much wrote gobblediegoop while listening to a song and not really paying attention. Maybe it could be described as abstract. lol perhaps not. but read into it what you will.