Doland's Pie Consumption

Who are you to have ever claimed loved towards me, someone whom you’ve yet even seen.. but a fool you are, if when passing by, obsess and attest that for me you would die. But would you forgive me? My credulity intact… If I claim without reason to trail away from deceiving… Stubbornly amused, Seemingly lost a friend again, caught up in the tangents. so uncouth, to ennoble ones self through an enmity loaned. and intoned upon the able fact that without our pact there would be no tract… no able pinned feature to allure, to distract? How would you abstract in this world, filled with truth, ‘pon these features we’ve gleamed as it seems to arraign in us a meaning, a trust… Our personal tribunal of mutuality…