|Cringe beneath blakcened waters.
A seemless endless thought.
The point of no return.
One bright merchant.
Wrap your tears in silk.
A pilot, a cokcpit, disarm this privilege.
A diamond to seduce your forged existence.
What do I do with a killer mind?
Make a mistake...
Scatological, perpetual dearth.
Salacious prurient sortilege.
Allotted hours attained on supine dormancy.
Beseeched overwhelming betwixt voices enrapt upon benches.