ｄｅlｉｃａtｅ fingertips of hers reach toward the sky,
summer breezes ѕωєєтℓу caressing her palms,
a 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 of yearning *•.¸♡ lust ♡¸.•* in her glistening eyes,
but a holed heart cannot be darned,
she had not a lust for love but for ｌｉｆｅ,
like a b̩̟r̷̷͚̲͉͚̤ǫ͖̺̝̀k̘̬͓̦͈̱ͅͅe̴̼͍̺n̸̬̬͚̞̘̖͠ VHS tape on replay,
envisions of fErOcIOuS plays of strife,
they were oh so salient,
severed into her ｍｉｎｄ like a knife,
they were oh so b̮̝e̼̺l̡̜̫̦l̟̙ị̰͇̰ge͏͈̻̦̤ͅr̨̰̝̰̥e̳̞n̰t̡̖̤̟,
but oh how fine would it just be,
i͎f͏͈̫̦ ͏͍̘s͈̰̣͍̙h͕͉̙͇̭͔e̙͍͎͝ ̮̣͖͕͚̠̺͡c̶͖̩͖̥̹̭o͈̮͈̲̩̙ư̗̟̥̣̬̪l̘͚͓̰̪̖͠d̛̦̼͙ ̥̝͝l͉e͇̺̭̬ͅa͚̣͚̱͉̞̲͟v̢̲̥̯̪̳̣e͜ ̨t̝̘̤̘̣h̟̩́e͓̘ͅͅ ̩̥͈̘̟wo͖̰̱̙̜r̞̝̺l̥͓̖d̜̬̞̀ ͟a̸̻͖̙̬n͡ḏ͍̥̜͡ ̡͇̫set ͏̥̥̟͈̭̭h̞̫̼͉̠̦̮͜e̜r̯̗s͓̜̙͕̖̕e̩̝̤͎͓͍̦l̳̻̹̺f̡̝̖ ̧͖̞f̡͔r͖̤̯͓̺͙̟͜e̛͈̳̫ḙ͖.̶--
ns 15.158.61.51da2
