Sound of the bullets
The room was dark
Held his ground
You need not go
In front of the inevitable
Gathered up a large handful
Dreamed and planned and saved
Feeling his way with caution
I went back to my room
You need not go
Turned out the light
It was the mother
An interesting transition
Without restarting the bleeding
And there is always one
According to the fortunes of war
Hazy atmosphere
Two / twenty / two hundred of them synchronized
Eager to divert
She stared upward
Sudden decision to return
Almost meeting her now
Restless to be by himself
Resembling a wet bumble bee
A commentary on events
Tried to read
Sister, I am thirsty
The buses are still burning
Indeed, there is nothing
Affectionate and sociable
On this pitted road
Where is the pressure point?
A vastly disquieting smile
The room was dark
Hazy atmosphere
Running about amidst the flowers
To rent a villa for the shoot
Lay the child in the shade
He finished as he had begun
Asking the looking-glass
I have never heard of them
I dip the brush in water
But she always came back
Felt something new inside
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