Matins.

Sweaty in bed, aqueducts, fountains..
Above the clouds, would you like me to exhibit cruelty for the audition? Giving up is a gamble, a bet gone bad in your case.. finding my cause I can’t honk enough about the importance of your deception, glimmers of withheld affection two empire states high, taking on a dominatrix.

And leaving you still alive in many forms, all human.

(I’ll end this as an emigrant without you.)