Every strong word is followed by a soft one with jagged teeth and a crooked smile. Reminiscent of the sacred dawn. Every touch soft enough to lie upon, sealed in a shaking palm. Stay awhile. Every strong word is followed by a soft one. Hate is just a throat's vibrations in an echoing chamber of exile. Reminiscent of the sacred dawn. Solidify those words, for once. Show that those thoughts were fertile. Every strong word is followed by a soft one. Behind my spiraling mind, I've won. Love is just a sound against teeth, hostile. Reminiscent of a rising dawn. This passageway of sounds is done. I've the spiraling mind of a child. Every strong word is followed by a soft one. Reminiscent of the falling sun.