She can tell once or twice; he can read. He can find the pole dance of new; she can dance.
Don’t you know; picking up pieces from glory days is decent and nice. She can burn flowers
again and again; he can watch. He can stride her neck; she can be the fun. Don’t you know;
marking faces in between positions is harm and aches.
She can be Juliet; he can keep the beat. He can step diversely; she can attend in between.
Don’t you know; cleaning crowns from present juries is pain, hurt and not damage. She can
bend over to breakdown; he can trace, run and run. He can roam fine; she will makeup right.
Don’t you know; staying around and about stillness is decent, worthy and dull.
She can hide all actresses; he can celebrate the fun. He can never mind; she can always tour.
Don’t you know; boarding beaches around trees is healthy and well not pure. She and he can
build shields, for solitary is the New. He and she can attend sick less homes. Don’t you know
intentions for self-images are just places and it’s okay this time.
She and He will drain you; like you were playing with curiosities all day. Like all the
might of birds flying above your heads. They will and can repeat the word perhaps five
times. Don’t you know it’s an alive way of calling names and waking up. For they built
nothing less but fireworks. For they are not material just inferior, lifting parts for one