Write it up outwardly sink into little fast movements to claim a reward.
For the time that you skipped the rest of it missed the point and left me
for dead. Little fast thoughts pre-eminent habits of lust for love veering
towards madness.
Kicking me coldly for needing a moreness than you thought for that pain
you bled me to empty. Can't do remembering. To enter that indescribable
craving which admittedly gorged on me to leave only bones for your nursing
on this. Little sweet mouthfuls no words just feasting on games. Can't do
remembering. Your tight lips of blue were kindling on air thoughts running
a rash of little evil thoughts. Designing drawing tension from inexplicable
corners of my past in-operations. By the time I was able to walk away
unhurt 50/50 chance of survival. Can't do remembering.