of softcore sensations the drizzle that vanished within moments
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violence is the name of this evening’s silence
spring noon feeling sorry for the lizard that fell from paradise
rewritten on a leaf vein the shadows clustered beneath the moonrock
dusk i flick without looking the dream from the clavicle
heartily satisfying games of death and demise oh what fun spring is turning out to be
a little lost but not to worry will be on track shortly
all that shimmers is not gold but glass cannons dismebowelling the vessels of mankind
a conspicuous scratch on the wall of the heart just deep enough
a dash of spring to liven this grey
elancharan gunasekaran 