He is a visitant upon my
forelegs...

She climbed a thousand lives,
experiencing solitude, pain...

There once was a rat terrier by the name of Jack,
Who had a possession of knowledge he would never...

On that day you peacefully passed
from your family...

A steady pulse
then everything crescendos...

You worry about being the target again,
a political pawn...

Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...

The true dance of nature,
Consists of many things...

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I've walked countless miles...

.
You've drowned the pain...

I ask myself what I really want from you.
How can I excavate my truth if you are...

A ghastly face remains still
unable to fully communicate...