My lie
be looking at the acute suffering of the morning!
crow it already hurts
Is not this the irony of fate that may be struggling with the pain ruddy lost dog?
the darkness goes
night as grim death as the man is Seductive
frightening look at the longing for the sun
crow lies be fatal!
forgotten as the fault lies eagerly tear
I see as reality slowly with sentence NIP fractures mother
even last as long as the wine...