To sell the half-truths?
of lies, you quit...

You walk through me
opening the portal of...

More searing?
in fog of love...

Like toothache.
Would hear the voices...

The lips will speak
without sound...

In deep bottom,
at first light, I...

The lazy eye,
staggers. Looks behind...

O my baby pain?
this house is on fire...

After centuries of reverie?
a dream breaks, falls...

Time
was moving without wheels...

Ah, in this?
culture of shames...

I will never be able to?
tell the full story. Winds...