In the night a distant voice had nearly fallen asleep. Sentences are an ocean. Write me into your lips. Someone has turned his sweater inside out. Desertion. Assertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion.

Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion.

Desertion.

Desertion. Desertion. Desertion. Desertion.