tWice in a row the market fled itself it borrowed its time and left you working carry me another pallete i couldve been the muse in the story but its shaded by the glories of being one type the eclectic commons in the dirt filled piles with your smiles to pass the time with
im done fighting im finished defending ive finally changed away where i shouldve been long ago i may be it to you but i never fealt it was you but ill always love you i just want to remmember you
it sends me to the mowing moment of anticipation breathing all its worth i can feel her breath rolling inside leaving me wasting a moment while i stare deeper inside Seeing the whole it completes
nothing but combination of half and sense that we know but we perfected ares as she became perfect