Shout 154
and if the beauty of the wine reminds you of the fixedly lying as dissociation lie?
forget about your dreams before the sun deceptive sometimes fatal
rose before the unity of the stranger they're looking for ...
Well that elusive on the wind destroys the past, the past?
sob has a dismal abyss and transience
invariably transient sick rose
long as the house of the wolf sees uncertain life
fleeting loneliness kills desperately...