if you can read this and understand, let me love you.

racecars screeching to finish, burst with enlightment. Stopping, then starting again without a train of thought and a sense of direction. Sisterhood, non-existence. Passions gone to a hault, and there's no stopping. Kings and Queen's inbred, and royal love. Skins meet like there's no tomorrow, without is not an option. Releasing the air of compassion, reaching for the healing. Grab endearment, and giver. Foreshadows are for the insecure. Self esteem has nothing to do with it. My sweet valentine stiked with resentment.
















































































FOCK.