Making Love To Their, Cameras

Waking unto the lighted tree, reaching towards her waning night Cast a glance this moon she swings; their thousand crows his child's Dream these barking dogs and love that brings; questions, what do they Speak the infant crawling past an open door ? Spoon of hand quest be more Picturesque, transfigured scenes with golden dolls, about sanctum swings.... While her world outside she weeps they cry another battle song ? Insidious banners These fireflies which wave their truth amid smoke-stained skies; death as blood, romanticized.