And there as before, an there was no water, and so to end her longing returned. The amended end, and all of her thought dust, as to descend to all a maple sky, they had tickets and a maple piece, full of bloom held in her stolen heart.

Held a rigid broken promise, came to have her mend, so i puzzled in pieces, learnt melancholy code, the breaking of all in seated amendments, those ashes played aloud, an timing in folio, scattering has no word’s, only them a worn sugar tablet.

She told me to resist, not that I care, then the wheels delivered fast food, the thought of placement reoccurred when, reunion came in photography of playing cards. So I made them take his, around the world ticket away, after you miss place my heart, the fallen maple sky.

Words they were to have in-complete understanding, a patch to there clouded love for vintage labels, reread her name and brought out the invisible history of dissolving tears, those less of her sky retold in blue.