Sighted sides that reverse the angle of time...

Turned inside out n got touched in ways one could smile til the end of time... Damn near spoiled n got cut from the end of the dangle fallen away from what was at one time a loyal mind... Oh, the other side has its own version as none of us are innocent by far... The crisp got chard in the domestication in from the wild to be set loose with new huntin skills after havin a heart... The turn trimmed edges away from lace, feedin the sight of hormones overworked... Turned off went the click as spontaneous as tone trippin on muted words... Rotated by the differences of options in choice loosened up jus to choke the birds losin sight into the distance...  The comin n goin is obviously a thing as an on goin resistance... Fear of relations to no matter what as the first glimpse is the transition of the final cut... As what no longer plays a factor has been put on hush... Back to bein strangers connected through memories takin it's natural course... With guilt on both sides of coarse... On the flip side of the reverse angle of time... Hi, forever are goodbyes...