Parading

There is nothing in your mind

The silken tent that harbored memory,

Has Guinness tracked the longest sigh on record

To paint the speed of light!

ghost gave her this: a piece of flint: that if

And yes, we’ll live to be much older, thanks

Forget friendship. Ardor.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition,

understand why the shaman

And tints the Transit in the West