decycling stops this and that.
the years leave a thin film of rime.
oh, these word-whores’ orders are rather vague.
let the mind wander and see if it boomerangs.
hallelujah.
oh, diktonius lopped love so as to grow.
oh, it must be okay to have a go.
there are no such things as independent souls.
the fog won’t stop screwing me up.