Her Meteor

Actually, I am not a good forecaster And She was not that good forecaster Audibly none is that perfect worthily Adducing, we all are artists worthily. But she did not know well to count Boldly, to count meteor’s step out. Bustle, it came and took her wholly Wholly handing her tickling beauty. Cruelly, curtained from her bathroom Carted from bathroom to dead’s room Crowned, it eternally took her wholly Wholly handing her tickling beauty. Definitely, she is an elevated artist Decorously, a perfect-enough artist Descent artist to design a post-life. Wholly she had a tickling beauty. Educator she did became ever since Ever since a cursed meteor took her. Evaporated, she did leave me empty Empty, fully, without a matriarch. Gélase Magnificat.