ILLITERATIONSHIP

I was extricated out of life’s lovey dovey’s awful wreckage, because weekend weeping windy walks wound and wound and wound and wound.

I went the world webbed intricately.

I felt its verve and its shaved palms down (laid on lap), and I felt its straight lines made me curved.

It all happened and I could feel, once I found my imaginary best friend was real.