Remorsefully Without Conscious I Will Tell

So you did do it, after all standing there injust your bra-think is to what from me one v neck is like another space occupying by bent mind lost in time..so i forget to tie my shoes to your tiny tip lip pouting, you slapping me fall down while you stand over me lusting in your fine penmanship forging a union in trust...well it is! not to them. i hate screaming into your big chest it bursts all over me hand is never far from your cup..try and write a better paper so we can take the short cut back from your pink sunny day tomorrow. it is going to make you slow down to read between real lines insane.