a halted herd of horses by a hill I will ascend if I am to be a beginning must I be an end? the pleasant call of alcohol, like a siren in the glen and come nightfall might I stay with you again? o, with you again! fennec foxes nestled in a den
a broken band of brothers spurn the land they cannot flee if I am to escape might I be free? I'm disinclined to set my mind on that which shall not be and then our legs entwined, your body next to me oh, you're next to me boats pulled on the shore out from the sea
the leeching, lurid language of a note behind a pin has will gained strength, or is patience wearing thin? the subtle sounds that grace these grounds, struck dumb by daytime din are you coming 'round, or are you giving in? are you giving in? left to visit places you had been?
fennec foxes nestled in a den sirens in the glen labored lovers lingering in bed hills I will ascend captive creatures curled up in a pen must I be an end?