When the hurting
fails to speak, tribalism wins...

The animals are?
in solid fear...

You come to me like
a fall...

Do you hear the
unheard voices of...

This command was
unpunishable...

Inseparable
the words will be buried...

He was not at guilt,
it was the neuro...

Something exciting
was to happen.You...

He resumed walking with the sun
propelled in river of fire of blunt red...

Living in a cyst, it
would explore the breast...

Facing the music
of intrigues, the cuckoo...

Night blinks.
Light sits under the door...