My love viscious caught a small cute.
Together, love thought it was dead but then
it came back to life but it was in a lot of pain.
Happy, alone, loud, meaning "I need to put it out
of it's misery". So I have, hold, sharp, heavy and
harsh - quick on its head. Put it out of it's
misery. Then I was in a space, square with
loads of different types of together different.
We were looking out over cosmopolitan
brightness. Alone, grounded in a circle and all
circle was dressed eclecticly. Woman, feminine
dressed like hair light. Another man control,
like talented music. And another gregarious
special. All circle was festering passion about
who was better but I liked them all. I felt really
full of love and was a gift, warm to everyone on
different aspects of themselves. Hair light's
jewellery shiny; gregarious special, colourful
beautiful individual. Then I was with old
incharge knowledge, walking down the
highstreet in home, seaside. He was saying
boss how much I'd grown.