SCARLETT JOHANSSON SMILING SECRETS

smile 21/ The vivid tulips try to eat my oxygen. / Right before they came the air was quiet plenty of, / Coming and going, breath by breath, with no fuss. / Then the tulips loaded it up just like a loud noise. / Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river / Snags and eddies spherical a sunken rust-purple engine. / They concentrate my aw