A thoroughness here was her house as she'd listen inside a glibly lit room her whispers would doom in doubt so forcibly heathen her lover's twitch bright as her soul made ex spruce glow but her midland east of Old Blue soon her lakelet suburb dawned flatlander accent mere document in fervid upswing on porch of antiquity round inlaid flag.
On the top of the white marble steps, her pedestal she stands tall, head held high up in the clouds that one moment I forgive all her sins for the self abandonment that deceives all of us. It makes her an original, though feeble minded, vainglorious, unabashed self-deceptive about her past, distorting light within to create darkness each and every fact twisted the way she wants others to believe, see her gait, all are compelled to view her grandeur as one of a kind. She sings and her emotions flow like a river, one can hardly find any flaw in her technique. Eclipsed by her penumbra,I have no escape, love her the way one loves a burned out life.