Lovely open ceremony Quick before the dawn Who was first targeted Electric currents shook us Feet planted firmly in the air We ran round the fountains Holding hands and gliding Cheeky little angels Now all's fallen strange Decision's fingers toussle my hair I pray the forged premonition May be a lesser degree of my madness Regardless the statistical outcome I've already succumb
hey again marquis, how's it going? this piece feels like a romantic moment where both individuals are taken aback by the intensity and the buzz
