We met one strange summering a regular tangle of sticky webs you had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spirit sin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and Eva Green eyes(I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): storms calm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and dead you speak of souls like you believe always an optimist in pessimistic skin of ivory and titanium mesh...