Little burnt villages. Strong drinkers.
Incredible. Such is my influence.
I took the distribution and the title after Joshua.
Arms are a genuine feeling.
These are our mouths and palms.
Frogs are resoled.
O God, how near we are to each other.
We lick god’s mind and roll over like turtles.
The swallow’s dome has pity and destroys.
Heaps of sand. Mothers, mothers.
The enemy is tortured and juts out.
Mommy carries the chapter.