insatiably
abby
and
i
ache
for
tangles
of
brilliance
and
sanity
.
your
plush
loving
fingers
wander
off
to
abandonn
me
in
a
rush
of
angsty
hidden
eyes
peering
out
from
behind
secret
fears
.
040703
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
