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It was a direct hit, meeting an immaculate

It was not mandatory. The penalty

Talking to Morpheus when moon was asleep.

A blighted ovum demands a ransom for life.

Will I know you― by unknowing myself in bleak―

An earthy scent rises, when―

What you don't think, and don't want to share. Nothing.

Break your silence. Stay for me.

That mad truth. The unborn was knifed

Moment of truth. Bougainvilleas