Quiet as a mouse scurrying left to right hidden in your house and sometimes nibbling at delicate knitted blouse.
Serif inflected pains all brought about from false sugarcanes the sweet expectation soon faded and wanes leaving blotchy stains.
Them knickers all get knotted in the end where ever it takes you in that instant as life becomes blotted by life's steps.
Where this disease came from it all stems from humanities inert weakness when it comes to all the cum or is it that luscious bum.
Bullet it may seem especially when you knitty pick at the seam glaring brightly like the sun's beam.
Rocking back and forth no train of thought for the unseen life's life's greatest meme foraging past onto the distant yonder leave nothing to wonder.
