Way all course of it. You are near the wrong. Or
For it is I that has loved you.
I love the thing unknowing it. Not knowing is the only way to fly as flies do banking window
Then forgetting window
Then banking window
My eye connected to your eye
I suppose but my heart was staring at you boob's
Unknowing it is in again the best of them dinning like Kahn's on a table of drained bodies
Not knowing is the only way to fly
As flies do.
I stitched cave shadows on my contacts at a party then crashed the party
One guy stopped me and told me that I had to leave because my fake shadows where ruining the real ones
I told him they where contacts as he mimicked my mouths movements
I told him they where contacts
He said 'That's too long' and that 'I had to go.'