The remnant of a reprieve included, smarting to a jacket of choice; my outer-day had resolved to the paving chatter of coffee wary chairs, and the late exchange of a receding hour, to bring in the foraged echo, a warming day.

Between a resolute recollection to work beyond, the hurry to fill the comprehending share of our reappearing neon-sky or the lament of falling night.

On occasion a gesture of falling night found my girl, to the rising tones of a reluctant chair for a classical redress. Although the embers dissolved beneath our paving visit, ahold had to my restless love, a ambient room to the way of silent slate.

Lust was impending with a flirtatious warning, recalling to those words, sweet abomination, carved out in the dulcet tones of highly, polished play to greetings of acceptance.

The captivating scenery to those words of choice, became hesitantly clear, the suspended cover of match to reservations. Promising a woe of you open there to rejoin in, us a brightly, youthful display, carved to them repeating, once of a longing to remember, admonished in remain, without you a loss.

As i were my own, gripping moonlight flickered to the faint lace of light curtailing to a slip, softly my blend in those hidden round arches of woven love, shone the clasp in rehearsal, with tones of warmth, her cinematic eyes, braided helplessly lost to a golden trail of time and space.

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