The tides that hammered the midnight cyclone thumped down all the swamps that hung from the ceiling of her sway. The lady looked up, shedding a hidden scheme of injustice. The hanging glance clarified the behavior of the cosmos, this silence within the dimness of hers. Cultivating foreign memorials that stick out within the flickering of memories that adhere out within the flashing lights around. The scariest validate of life. Her gawk was deplete, as in the event that her well-wishers were no berth to be seen nor anybody else seem. God, bringeth those folk backeth.

Squinting depression, broken hearts, sinuous tears. Nowadays who does this torso belong to? The reprobate of hell is approximately to reach, this hair may beest a witness to the quiet between those folk. The universe did not indeed set out to criticize, how the charlatan of her life was going. A young lady still merits to wince, at slightest within the solitude that clings to her back can still beest consid'r'd a chaperon to demise. Generosity God, on the off chance yond somebody hadst the hustle to annoyance it out, at that point the kites almost 𝐌-𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐄𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 couldn't be so swarmed. ᯽ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ