For the precious ones pride in the head flesh in a skull wish in the blood a curly swag a diamond scud a cunning smile
I wish and will to compromise my recon time plan perceptional introversy mental controversy united hypocrisy
and if they need reasons and facts tell them, he stands for everything while himself being nothing because her class is exceptional She is a hope that makes a stone cry that makes machine to feel that makes non believer to kneel that she is worth all this and he lives with her all the time unconsciously unwillingly or may be totally.
I once had two sparkling eyes full of hopes, But the familiar forces made them blind. They made sure to check on my survival frequently, But that was just to butcher my innocence. I cried out loud for help every
It was coming up, the politics like dirty sex in tall Parthenium grass. The panther was hiding on a steppingstone watching the hot, field hockey played with skulls of peers. Mauled, the peach skin was entertaining sunlight in the metaphoric
Writing on sleeves to remember your departure and becoming a stray cloud. The maternal touch of the sky, you can sleep whole life on dense logics. White sheets were burning unannounced in the home. I lost the key, to open
Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity
I am your child,yet you choose to ignore that fact I am your flesh the fruit that proved other trees that said you can not bear wrong. I shamed your enemies Wrapped their faces in shame with believe that you’re