give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain
Under the influence of the moon's breeze, You, — ʸₒᵤ•you•ʸᵒᵘ, you metamorphosed me to be the whispers of stars properly orchestrated by your wildish thoughts, making me look like a tableau vivant out of your preferred shade of the abstract, as if we're meant to be metaphysical as one. Under the influence of the moon's breeze, your incantations appears organized, whenever, wherever, and in any way, provoking me to create additional names to love, — our love. Under the influence of the moon's breeze and of its charisma, I invoked its power to lure you inside my unpredictability for your name is now, — give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain.
