I pull apart curtain-like details in her edifice
How can we accessorize this predicament?
Ordered forecasting & tremendous gratitude
She becomes a horizon
I use decoys to entertain my confident fictionality
There is randomness
Torquing on reality
What can be substantiated?
I flinch at nowhere discerning
She goes italic when emptied out
Animal tracks under the bridge
I request kinder liberty
Outtakes from the asylum
Which tier cannot get built upon?
Innocence sleeps well during molten enemy raids