Who of us is hurt?

Poured poison of jealousy, on the veins girls, dope, dark voice of her blood in his temples noisy surf. Steam rises above the boiler. Wild grass cut early the silver sickle. She wants to drown the desire for revenge in his own pain ... Demons are deaf. The Patriots are blind. The sun melted with gold rays pours on the ground. Children ... Drop by drop bowl full of madness. Adder invisible in the heart of creeps burning hatred, stings Thought intrusive black viscous syrup. Measurement of spiders in the maze of rooms darkness. Thin filaments are shaking the cobwebs. Dust and ashes of fires burial road lined them, past the shadow of ethereal, silent companions, sinful from the Golden Fleece shroud woven wedding. Fine embroidery, pearls moon, the sea azure waves trail left on the white sand Whisper shells. Milk foam, whisper quiet song of the mourners il lullaby? Again breaking in anguish this Boudin, pale faces, eyes, full of fear that, wounded beast roar this day crowd of gray stones in red color. Where is the triumph of yours? Reality and not a dream. Bitterly it? Stifling it? Who of us is hurt?

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