your eyes don't glisten like they used to just saying it's not something usual for you so I guess you're heavily imbued with this crestfallen attitude?
yea I know, I've changed in the same way my own little reverse-breakthrough Risque foreplay with ultramarine Bombay before stepping in to emcee the Devil's soiree
And no, you really don't --and honestly never did-- know me; you only knew one of many façades I brazed on my face in the midst of a cliche New Year's day typa haze
During the phase of my infamously tempestuous craze I was precipitously (ignited quite possibly by my own flaring sparks) set ablaze with praise but my mores seem to be misplaced probably somewhere in the frenzy and hysteria
So I guess I'm left to embrace my untraced boundaries *And get my viridian eyes back to glistening on their own viridescent terms Not codependent on the hollowed adulation and sweet-talk from bamboccioni