As S Er Ting

she wrote that she confirmed me meaning her flight i knew because we con firmed each other it seems dinosaur ages ago before the supposed comet hit wiping out exsistance even while they were digesting suggesting suddenly so violently i can't even breath while trying to write this but i'm a bit of a survivalist but my poetry only exists because of her and so she becomes more then just a lightning strike but the rubbing of wood against flesh get ting a spark to at least start a flame where as she has not but i have not shaved pubicly (spell check tried to correct and suggest that perhaps i meant publicly) but i'm not into exposing myself unless it is with her poetry