THe hazards of sincerity
the reticent train enters through the tunnel in reverse
pathological and curvaceous choice in words
her voluptuous eyes
hypnotists pocket watch
Murder of happy homes
old newspapers in recollecting cogito
and they opine that I am drunk
my manifold mind
its not mad
Its true
Lie
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