Blueprints in my head,
Blueprints on my page
The immorality of this country has astounded me yet again with the debate of the legalization of prostitution.
I hereby solemnly swear that I will leave this country when I am able to.
Snow falling on the twentieth winter, heralds the beginning of silence.
The air, cold with bitter dissent, endows comfort in your arms and panacea in your warmth.