The hunger was scouring
each house- in utopia...

I am trying to do my bit,
nonpareil. A soundproof doer...

Friends and foes
would have a scuffle...

With the tip in the center,
this is the circle of an iron will...

Resisting your wisdom
I want to remain, thoughtless...

In fever, I will
always see butterflies...

Find an auspice today.
The moon was coming back...

The plaques were being
attached to the wall. You would not be able...

The urgency to bite the bullet
was uncalled for...

A smear campaign starts
against the ladder, which permits...

Be precise, I would say.
The definition was changing- of the sand...

A scavenger fails to thrive
in upward mobility...