Perfect Somebody Nobody

I'm glad I never met you, From perfect somebody nobody, The progress nowhere and now nil. To say you wanted, Through this body, My heart-so know, Insistently us-situation, Distorted endowed. Streamlined for coincidences, Moments to visit us and thrill. Your worries your emphatic, Coagulation of me point kill. Dredge the constant feeling, Out of it this perfect fit, The ink circles and wraps us, Tie n' locked uncomfortably felt. Type: clock it from it, Start-middle-end instill. But no matter how I, Supply it erratic, On paper you only compel...