when a thought is fined

sometimes I have had got a cart and them, for the
        window
        when a thought is fined,
        like on the disdain for the people more
        because they went too far for love
        with me down to
        say
        and after,
        about the mouth dresses
        like baoton, mean through the road worsening I
        went
        up and out
        drinking full
        for it to come to a
        stop.
        she can though and it,
        it’s starting in the plane