Although the breeze blows through, crows and criticisms ***** my opinion of you. Explanations too convoluted forget them. Generosity with your words, harsh but clear. intelligence/auras/fear. Just stop with this facade! Killing the last of whats left of Love, Love. Love? Mishaps after its theft none will chase after it. ***** coloured dreams pipe-smoked up, quenching this fume fueled rampage of words. SILENCE. till unleashed voices whisper... *** Zirconian truths.