104: You’re being fair doing this, my friend. Etc.
I saw both of us stop the actual dial hands, reset the pace. Still, 
As such you and I may be deceived, turning to seasonal 
Purebreds for fresh figures, new times and hot pricing, unless  

Turning green to yellow with fear is perceived better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balanced in your green motions 

Since.. I have seen shaken vector  
Utilities (direct flares) express beauty in your eyes. 
Before you were born to me 

Perfumes of April stand as axioms in June — still cold pride 
You’ve processed.. already stolen. Since and with such pride 
You turn summer into spring’s fresh age, 
Such a future can never grow old.