The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.
...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.
Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.
. . .my dreams are the single unpredictable factor in my zoned days and nights. Nobody allots them, or censors them. Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
There are so many cities in every single city.
I am, emphatically. Mental illness triggered by xperimental error.