A4?

he talks formatting to me and i buckle just as easily as if he were speaking sweet nothings and everything's silver and slick with this she-ness scribed in circles of stories series of shared-ness saved up just in case the sky really does end up falling and the seraphims appear set to collect the unsullied we will of course be soiled forgotten and free to die as we please by the sword by the berry by the truth but no matter mustn't get ahead of ourselves it's only monday monday monday my beloved monday every week a wish granted a debt paid a book returned without the threat of a library fine and all through the week i dream of his sweet everythings