14.March.22

Tongue’s thoughts tingle, but still opt to snudge through this cold-hearted experience its owner must weather.

Processing belove’s behaviours is akin to clearing cryptography, but analysis rather than action will, as experience logic suggests, be more likely to recover warmthful gazes from gelid stares.

Then, in the end, whether or not future embraces are received by own coat or from whom heart dotes may be determined not by prescription, but by transcendental intervention. ; )

12.March.22

Night-night, city.

See-ya, streets replete with amaxophobia’s vessels of vexation.

Au revoir, renegades reconnoitering residences for readying ruckus-rendering.

Toodle-oo, denizens uncouth, who oft exhibit behaviours worse than their scapegoat youth.

Sweet swevens, slumbering skyscrapers stilling sounds save for snores.

Morning-morning, city heard to be as heartsome as it’s warmthful horizon—showing how set do the mares and rise do the cares. ; )

10.March.22

Reindeer of the snow refrain from adventures with Santa on the go.

Cenotes provide drink for time in south, but frozen ground tongue-melts in the mouth.

Tempestuous times in the west leave some sleigh crew at home for rest.

Zombocalypse has left ungulates in charge of Earth, so dear deer will be every birth.

Unanimous is the burking of the invite for flying breakless across both bright and night.

Reindeer of the gelid lea grace their field nobly-gracefully. ; )

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