Arrested
Lost the password through my own sheer absent-mindedness
The cat gives me a huge Cheshire grin
A hard rain outside…more desirable than sex In the tumult somebody murders somebody else
The darkness sobs, in a little while the police will arrive
The question is: Who opened the door to the bewitched secret path?
Who is that scoundrel guard? I've been caught by my own hands for a mistaken offence
I walk along a sleepless over-bridge
Zero (0) zero (0) zero (0)
Possibly 'desolate' is my password
For me desolation is really the best.
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