Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the truest truth of the true, it is a challenge just to costume your truth with my truths my truths have sound, color, shape, aroma with symmetric and asymmetric encryption it's seeable only by those that are tempted to look for the true substance of a woman a woman perceived in her true blue as I am with all scented notes emanating from me

i think of you... longing's energy, — (a nativity in black) made me act

Shush... I try to listen to what claims your silence. Lower your voice more to hear how you hear me crayoned in your fluff hint with all senses choked. Shush... still try to track what your silence claims... I'm only miles away from you & a few secs of truth in your howl... inhibited after sharply freed o'clock.