Who inquires, a child of the canine to get pregnant, your sin.
Going back to sleep, a script of the dream, for reading again.
Of her skin browned by the sun, kept under her thumb, like white sands are.
Having become a cripple, by my deceased older brother, due to curse.
Dozing off, my mistress at the night, killing her husband for. Or, rowing a boat, my mistress at the night, killing her husband until.