So that, when imperfections number one hundred
at the view of the fair ones
Simply walking and destroying
Some of sort of kinda certain...
powerful albeit restraining
bundles of glossaries
that at some point
end up in/between both of our mouths
with no time for exceptions
unless you revoke your will
and embrace that wall
that you oh-so-much-loved before
In the meantime
I take measures
So that (again) so that,
ThIs sweet extinction has a room
in my ears
