19: Innocence evokes night devouring daytime, burning like a lion’s hummingbird if lions are allowed — plucking keen teeth from a tiger’s jaw if you allow. Taping together both hands.
And grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt in a heinous group. All on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s pattern but with beaucoup success.

Young, untainted and long lived, you’ve gone wrong. I forbid it but I hope you’re happy.