Rainbowing guff Which wasn't whether other wise The ordeal of love Was ours, a heart to despise?
Wagers appear Salt for honey Quiet for pepper All out, for the money
Sat urges Complete the stalking... When misery has a word... Isn't a stickler for how, wishes walking?
True... We have the odor of anxiety Made to order, made to due The impossible, in order of tragedy...
Complex cousins Ready to dance, obligation, into the light When such, a saving grace, has seen the poison Blind bell's on the route, to what fate might...
insects witnessing a shadow, introduce the seasons as a world of hurried fate with simplicity's smile