Breathes there a soul leaving its breath on the couch and the bizarre pith in the pit of lanky yonks which he used as a sheet to cover the luggage they carry in the hearts. //Layers in the caption. Since a quite night the masala percolated through the pork soggy flesh. The brisk smell slept in the air to be carried lightly by the unsaturated bags of air. The crumbs lingered over
