Summer salt shadows: OLIVIA:
Of evening closer,
Of the magical stride, she possessed everyone in,
changing the strange erratic behavior behind her veil,
in her hazel eyes, she possessed me with a simple clamp,
both of her hands in one motion,
the time was different, the emotions were ionosphere,
in the smile,
in her empty eyes,
she wanted the dance.
She needed to overkill the cop player,
she controlled that smile.
So elegant, but violent dropping her own magic,
hidden mistakes, hidden mistakes.
A peal of laughter burst out, a stranger embraced in her direction,
causing the stench of fire.
Ignition kills it at that moment.
Caught up in that fire, caught up a brew to an inferno,
a burst of headache laughter in corridors of the past,
flickering by the forward of the email,
Advance,
just as the ex-play in the machine,
just as the ex-play of her machine.
Changing over the pattern again,
changing over her expressions of her smile,
another bullet,
another tribute,
just a stranger living in her stomach,
waiting for the world to change them,
by the nurse's hand,
a palm over the newborns head,
a name of stupidity, Civilization born at that moment.
She wanted to stay,
nay it was impossible for the doom,
nay it was impossible to linger of that date,
exploding head,
exploding tears.
Dehydrated eyeballs of her ex-boyfriend,
who wanted to stay,
but never riven in the eardrums,
who wanted to pretend the predictable phantom,
a spectrum of doom.
Prisoner of bright illumination.
Another rainbow died in her hand,
another starlight night exploding in troubled some chores.
A lower than love, a lower than love,
another flickering right by her handlebar.
Pain pushes through her subconsciousness,
pain pushes away her ex-boyfriend.
Paper airplane messages streaming up for a bit, too bad her tears turn to ice,
turn to ice, when there was not a faucet in her mind she could shut off,
blood started to start up in the sink, unwashable hands left feel so dirty and filled with diseases,
viruses up her legs as well as hands.
Land into the faucet from her lips,
filled up her immune system with everything underneath a hotel roof.
Archive and command files,
releasing her memories ten foil, and recall why it was the needle.
Naught was to the village, nowhere to find it was a battle won.