I’m gonna lend you my dreams, for when you’ll be couldn’t dream.
They’re domesticated and know how to drink the dew before falling
out of clouds. Know that when a woman loves a man, she’s writing
as him to read. — Has anyone ever written anything for You? If so,
then you know the modality of stars of illuminating and peeking
to the universe with an alluring tempo right a few minutes to sharp
past midnight, as a few hours later to wake up chuckling, in accord
with those sophisticated emotions of the man who loves a woman
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi