Taking the drugs in heavenly
night. It is very precarious state...

The blue veins,
defending brazenly...

This city of musketeers.
You are always having a bruising...

Deserting a shrine, in the swirling
waters, I move, unbuilding...

A dark secret
of double standard...

Don’t let me go.
over the cork, a bottle...

Since my ash has
blown in your mirror...

Talk of politics,
and the auction begins...

The shovel
moves the wet earth...

The nightingale was
very sad. Nobody...

Living,
in the wounds...

Partly stripped, head shaven
for a royal revelation of eternal scars...