Wreaths On Door

fingers printed on face they offered apologies for the mudslide after the typhoon standing on the mound of twisted bones ; the state had the right to trample and extinguish a bright flame, a meteor, streak of dissent only the sect, the clan will surround the holy tree to save the doomed species in the jungle of laughing hyenas i see my limbs separated a piano remains untuned SATISH VERMA