Next is a fortune, one is untouched of.
Will you always live like you are glue? Only used on paper with context clues? On the surface it belongs, but you’re not stagnant when it comes to losing that tool to use.
Commitment bruised, so you wore sweatshirts when it wasn’t cold.
Long sleeves didn’t pull, you said.
Your prominent veins exalt the eczema on your arms, the ones I'd trust in but now all I do is witness the cracks.