When I read that book, I know you’ll think of me.
In juxtaposition… L.I.T.T.E.R.A.L.Y. with the time/ space continuum.
The lines will help me realize, that in my deepest despair, the ocean took over mother earth and killed all that was fare.
The wine still floweth, unfortunately– I too long juxtaposed a frivolous reality.
That liked to lie a good hello, and kill it with goodbye.
But then: hello
That liked to pry a sweet morose, into a baritone.
And, again: hello
Thank God! I lost my phone.