Monica

Please don't make a fuss, I carry yellow lists, order is my must, it’s useless to purge, or rail against my fits, you can’t fight a dramaturge, the effect of yellow musk, are you prepared for this, you want the peace of dusk, simply do what I urge, or go and find a ship, a painted freight or dredger, you are on my cusp, knowledge never comes in bits, only ask the dust, if you feel the urge, ride the middle distance, don’t flail me stupid, or try to go for bust, in this house of whispers, I’m not a one to trust, If you seek my lips.