Two hearts vibrating could change. Nothing tears the east more than the tromperie, the unmasked fear.
I know that it injures you, but it kills me
Bother your hands around me, squeeze until I cannot breathe
Conceived and been born was an of Rain and of light obscurities, the born harmed black other
Stone all size to the hand. The statues that resemble their faces. They always breathe. Come to join us.