Hennessy of tick-tock lawn, time out
Hush gush we’re at the eer of wonders, not at least we gushed as people we admired to be.
Feet paced in triangular motion, I hold onto the last nemesis I can contour, felt the urgency of time huffing, when will this ever stop?
Dearest dear, I hold on to the dear paced rhythm of his body before pulling only to be pulled by his. We danced till the heel land onto his feet.
“Last dance beat” his initial response to our ever first dance for about 17 mins long, “so much for your first time” an elf vice from the eldest prof who probably in her times, taken the moment for granted.
The event held the program lapse cascadingly, just like how I wanted to stand and vast play the game of disappearing act.
Vibe with the fashion flashy trends, coursing through the most awaited event ever of your teeny tiny life, an immersed doses to be the bestest of life full of firsts.
In my gist, this ground is the very first play that lured me to perfuate a teeny tiny age of rebellions.
I wanted to hide somewhere, not with these strips and not with these white stances that feigned the impatience within and add an insinuate lengthy inches.
Scanning through their facades, warmth rose hues and brown stitches engraves hum-dum, pushing onto the pool of serenity and weave paved beyond realms.
A thirsty daunt shore
But I’m not, and once, an urgency, of leaving. I stand only to find that the hem-clutched, tied with the strips of gown. I ushered back and criminally hold the cloth in place while everyone is busy to conversing.
Before stepping out the venue, I was greeted by my troupe, dancing together plaster-roared at something, joyous and funny. I smiled and excused to go in the bathroom.
I wasn’t.
I walked out, enough count from venue to their garden. I longed for a bench and seat-facet with the fountain.
I wish
From all the tiny lights contrasted in black, I blind side the insanity of reels and all the see-through vent I’ve been ranting for a while were replaced by the splash hum kroo hiss wishful shut see-ill.
A passage from Voice 2: I seek
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