Matthew, please do not regret. With your silk in my hand. And your heart in my sweat as you're. Lighting the end of my last cigarette. I will warm you.
Burn up with the water. The floods are on the plains. The planets in a rose. Who knows what they contain?. And my brain is like an orchestra. Playing on, insane.
So much coming in. I do not know where to begin. I just follow the lead you're pulling. And I get lost in your trail. So much more to tell. You just ask me if I'm doing well.