WITH ALL TONS OF PAIN AND STRIKE

If you want, I will monitor the herbs that await us. If you want, I will constellate your smile flowers. If you want, I will rise again from my ashes. If you want, I will make everything stop in your cheekbones. If you want, I will decipher the oracle of your eyes. If you want, we will go down the street until ever more. If you want, All trips will depend on your neck. If you want, we will be children of dusk outside town. If you want, I'll wait forever as your word: "I want.