For proof, see my fantastically written, thoroughly descriptive example below!
My heart follows your cello voice and leaps like a spotted emu at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great goffin cockatoo wing.
I am comforted by your linux hat that I carry into the twilight of Kenya beams and hold next to my toe.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of gatorade.
As my hand falls from my sock, it reminds me of your American Crew hair gel.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bonging of the day.
My heated elbow leaps to my plaid pajama pants.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret USB missle launcher so that we may jog as one, elbow to elbow, in search of the magnificient black and chrome and mystical pontiac G6 of love.
Pretty good, eh? *sarcasm*
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