95: There’s a container for every vice, every sport or budding passion. Also the story of our days.
We leverage, if we really want to, commenting further w/out you. But there you are! my heart.

Missing thoughts suffering rain unleash each other — thought subprocesses spot-check my short tongue delays. But.

How long do we have for praising, telling your story — how great, how sweet it was / it is adoring your beauty

.. yet .. Here I am! Lascivious conditions. Only naming your name;

No hope it’s you. Bliss bundles this large privilege, including my shame all eyes can see — in a kind of heedful praise of our sins, dear heart.