HMoriyama

Gyp, rip, drip, her wounds go deep. Lie, cry, untie, a promise smells goodbye.Woozy, lost, dosed, a sinister shadow grows. Woman ran, gone. Dreary soul, begone!Chance grants, dance in trance, advance to the expanse. Go half, get luck, and have a laugh. Through rough and bluff, she came out tough.Lounged on mound, no sound she found, vermillion sun went round and round. No drain, pain waned, untainted lane. Grains of untamed rain, down it came.Glide and slide, astride a tide. Inside, she hides a hidden side. Carts apart that’s where they start, but love can’t stop to dart the heart.Across the sea, under a tree, Mr. Nobody was forced to flee...