Soar, heart, angels, light, omens, maestro
lit time, big waves.
might be in a maze of tricks, I just might reign & break a trick. might be in life's bucket or list, might put on my speaker-knocker drip. might just upgrade to fluidity, might stitch-up my leaker-drop drip. I might go cupid & just drain or sip it, or maybe just swap I think all the sounds hit. might go to the city, because the West bubble is just blowing me. not unalive & it's just twisting me, my mystery's seeming like misery. the writer me's writing the highest dream, that might be why I wake so dizzily. maybe when I walk it's like treble to her, & maybe it's like plastic's the twin of her, but I might just dress to impress & spin wit her. akin ballerina, etcetera, or hit unsend, go absent, & spare the trick. since these days it's like cents is making the conscientious.
