What is it

You thrive on innuendos - I don't


clockwork clockwork clockwork clockwork
I'm slight-ly
driven to-
wards (...)
What lies ahead?
What
ever it is Arises all senses,
and liquids
and bruises
Notice! How well thought.
Shield the system
away from
you. This
happened before
And I long again.
Legs.
And the problem thereof.


Maybe

Sure, or someone else, or something that has been thought of.
What makes the skin stretch to embrace the bodily nuances?

An opinion, scrambled as it is, is obsolete and lacks of necessity, and yet you just have to ask,
don't you?

Look at the issue in the eye and analyze whatever lies inside. Only carving like this gives you the answer:

)statement(

rather than draining from where there isn't any room to drain.


STUMBLE

YES!

Whatever's needed. Sure you'll grow out of it. But :

Passion may be a foundation of a human being - never put a cease to it.