Agoraphilia 1.1

Dancing starlets in the cream. I’m severed by beauty this night. The watches hold strings in wheels of tenderness. Your clear cadence bestirs itself with hitching remedies. The night hiccoughing night birds and footsteps. The guests are permanent now unless we can reverse time. The whirly bird draws a renegade freak show just like to the mall that one time every Saturday night. Shop. Succor. Shop. Succor. Cadence my beloved.