Less likely to be a truth,
let's celebrate the healing touch...
You become absent in
repose..I try to rein in the...
As far as I can see
the wilderness becomes...
Bigotry, is that you with
the lost numbers...
You collect
the crowd and it will...
The dark borders
were shifting, rejecting...
This was profanity.
A dead club moss resurrects...
You can legitimate
the loot. There will be no...
Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer...
Let it go, do not touch it.
You had been negating the bare truth...
The shades of dawn
under the waning moon...
Becoming fiercly personal
with no physical contact...