Tonight I drink to you! On this dead-end flat I infiltrate the high-rise night. This crystal filled with cheap champagne is neglected and left to multiply
The parallels in visage are uncanny and distinct, are you present? This apparition grants me with a synapse of distraction since your passing. As particles
Your lipstick presses upon perfection that pours so candidly. This sation conflagration seems to interject and then conceive this tactic fascination
wish you were dead. As the moonlight opens secrets this glass ferments to take us home. As the moonlight opens secrets she will lay here in this placid
Madeline. Because the infraction in decency accents your perception of what we imply, you fabricate your affections tonight. And your makeshift compassion?s affectively placed
Well the night is young and so we dance to pierce this shameless statute still I would love to be the suitor to kill the motion. And when the dance