Contrived in a circle of eventuality,sacrilege in proclivities of money and glee,perhaps…
Refractions of prismatic reflection, boulders pertain to ravaged love, consonants into the entry,it is the sacred perfection of customs…
Once upon a Never
She wore all white
He favored her thenAnd when he’d take flightShe’d shorten her hemAnd become the whore…
I stand in the cold corners of the thoroughfares,