A slit has embraced, a lockless of taste for how it could have let once again only where it has lead for its embraced.
For now it soaked for when it slit, of where now has left it for when once it has slit.
A wind for shine wasn't their for taste, let out for a scene from where it could for now be taste.
If from in a breath, for a breath for taste, it could had once been meaning, but as it was a slit misplaced.
A wind for now, Then for how a breath.
For when it breathed, is now the rest.
For a once in slit, has been once in taste, has wind for slit as did its taste.