Dry, outside, you’re in the
You’re in one day and out the next
acting a little ungracious (for an interloper).
The moralist is an abyss
unless there is no noise
regaining the dragoons, one should
stop expecting to see her all the time.
A passive figure lying on the grass, virtue is satisfied.
the neon stays, compliance with the love you’re telling.
The clay tears are genuine, the servant will perish.