photoshopped poem, penned curly wild effect font, words' perspicacity

one day you are to me my gifted master-chief which gives aroma to my joy thru lots of love but on another day you're a deep-rooted one who set me not to walk that walk… too much one day you are the fancy face in my tomorrow and on another day the essence of my words one day seems is archives along with others, so, erase data, impress today, to get our late, earlier

… bullet skein unfurls camouflaged vows at a random time of the day, mechanically ; mechanically, you smile, thinking of me, — thinking of me with you and without you; the time, enthusiastically, it whistles at you for you made a top choice , but you knew… you knew from the start… (since we met), there's nobody like me … [no–bod–y] 🫦

In the hatred of a minute he wished to forget everything about her A speeding satellite confirmed his emotion Not even 1st fantasy hasn't remained as if they'd weren't Delete-Delete key was used Spirits ramble verbosely through queered hours A reason to wait aspiring to a better future