Innocuously dangerous, pelted with some sort of simulation, obliquely lost in the brachiocephalic trunk, the actual region of love syllable attuned to the arch of synthetic penetaliation. Acrobatic triangulation beamed the bang bus partitively, above the innominatus chest of pecuniary nodes. Many a bridge led to her tolerable cornervations. A thousand bones enmeshed her regal flesh in the pashmina of futuero. Unknown to many, drills and rides came to be inversely proportional to her juicy interminable chara of refractory malady.Read the full of Empty Heart
My blood runs superlatively through the missive pen, just as superfluous to defy your thrust of 'love misspelt'. A massive drama at the peak of misnoma, nay, something of a meiosis. My heart is but a pentagon overflown with the love of love. An explosive vilification of my heart atlas. Don't think me dippy.