Linkie-luva

This home stretches for eons across the sky, suburbia sprawl plunging through and over the trees. This town fits me; and how I fit her so. She fits me like a warm embrace across my heart And I fit her like the warm injection of a—                         Stop.                         We are moving too quickly.                         When two expanses collide,                         they prepare for war.             If a knight clad in yellow, billowing steam             plunged forth and swept you away,             sheer anguish would drown out the remnants.                                    But still, not all of it.                  ...