The martyrs have harmed truth
Must be reborn
Both Yards: A greeting / lied too/ Hello meant, don't be new or double, oh hell no
the number one is skill so rude and wild I come from the prize for vacant rope climbing ripple/ the dealer/ numeral/ broke deck: Too many people standing there with tilted glasses and paper fans giving for grace, after a party answers fell together through a wobbling plank of atmosphere, woke up more reckless, thankless, alive with the tangle of transposed variation,
Sunny: yesterday
Sunny: one so true
Sunny: thank you
Sunny: you gave to me
very very romantic, courage
Drew my face in the seed
