The stolen AND THAT BROKE UP

dark and the wind mempesiang myself,
menggigir also the space where I want him,
added evening sets in, the jungle so as dead monument

in Rubber, in Rubber (county yad) to roar too cold

I was cleaning the room, inside of me when you come
and I can no longer release new story to you;
but now the hand that moves only loud

my body still and alone, the story and events passed frozen