Happy 1st anniversary
Fletcher, Girton, River
Toss skein of my illusionary delusive core cavity as the voluptuousness resplendence allurement click, yours truly, gibberish in inkling doubt of your endless solitary notion love. Was it really me, my dear? The one who vetoes any peak luminosity by the demiurge God? In the course of pit-a-pat, the reverberate junction of my thine regards, it shall rewrite your name only. The inclination of forever, of us, of our sphere that we’ve made within decade. Ah, detain my hand in your grasp, darling. Imprison my feeble faint heart in your harbor hug.
To the very scotch mist fume inhospitable glacial surface, my tread of staircase will only lead me to heaven— my paradise, you. And I will never get tired of casting my circuit journey just to find the staircase, again and again, just to came scross your beam of smile. What a pity envies building withal one’s head, but it’ll never be the time for us to separate. Till’ the annihilate end, I’ll love you, ritualistically and revently.