Plucking hearts and banjo

I'm over it now I think That left footed wind-up-nut-kick. Patented & humbled. I wretch kneel pet your hand. My needs were not my own. Therefore, I own up to nothing. Pass me your favorite holiday like you passed me that malaria net. I just bet you are worth every sweat-slept-shake. See my compass, spin, wander, grovel back, I should, but back to what? I want to say something, now, to you. What was our love to the moment? To the weather? Shoved Undefoot & moody. Hood up, I stretch walk the gutter. Another, Mississippi lover Was it a mud skipper? A wave to Huck Fin that broke me free. Contretemps by the mouthful. I fought back success with a four foot sunflower. While Errol Flynning dark wood glossed floors. Tequila toasts raised to Mexican Vikings, and star blackened Druids. Manhandeled. I-love-I-love What with the tempo met and all. I stall, again. Reptilian trowel me out like you troweled me in. Current roll I wish I could decorate you forever. Marsh gas, but no, Instead, I thumb back to mother to find her in the form of some other, young girl. Wretched & tight, minded. Charcoal hairing midnight, filtered. I love them to love you. Outside, I am without-within. Depraving the low flex. Upgrading, and levied. liable to love you to death.