Stutters And Chatters Reverse

Such a harsh gelid sprechgesang filled with such soprano snowflakes bitter whistling but so very beautiful melodies change with the temperature emotions fall and form a blizzard the wind’s echo is never too sharp a masque for a glittery wonderland eyelashes made electric with silver backup singers for an icy smile knives sharpen themselves on the air putting an end to the reticence seasonal recluse finally set free that first scent sparks out of control swerving all over on black ice lips on fire at the thought of danger flushed with the breath of condensation the stutters and chatters have eased wrapped in this quilted blanket an unequivocal need to cover up Sprechgesang, so hard and gelid