To be trifled with, a finger of hers, to hook.
That's all and starting with, to run into red. Or, that's all and starting with, negative empathy I have.
In spite of being yearned for, the eight bridges to cross, to go wrong way.
At the end of this diet session, because of a sunny day in the rainy season, to find an excuse.
To be grabbing its neck, twisting his own back, for playing his guitar.