Folly from the coming
She’s a mild friend
Yes I believe buckles seal her again
Spicy 180
Honeycomb tripe
The retelling undoes the blood
The stone eye back in place
The drop-mouth
frozen
The doppelgänger
Opening of the field
massage each other
In the history of masks
The air can circulate within
very key
This is not an illusion
The eyes are in there
That’s quality masks
Ken Doll, some wooden flames
She spends some time in a dune
