Sweet bonds strangle cherubs breathing coma.
Such pleasure to the eye...
Sing along to celebrate blackmarkets and tongues tied.
Your hormones know which way to slide down, downer, love's piss canal.
Hair-brained riddle sighs bite the nails of mental junkyards...
Run, the escapists only found flat tires all along the roads they hitch-hike.
I won't waste my time translating your body language.
That is then and this was now.