Stupid moth to a candle waning. Hot charcoal, smoky rings. An asterisk fell into a puddle on the porch. The detachment did not notice the loss fighter. The dead are not raised, not sickly bent.
Not blind sighted, the sleeper does not wake up. Have fun banging the brave of heart. The detachment did not notice the loss fighter There were no relatives, no more beautiful.
It does not hurt, there was no happier. There was no beginning, no end. The detachment did not notice the loss fighter.