You shall sbandon your poem
before it becomes yours...

We can throw stars
up into sky...

A month ahead
to see buildings without windows...

If i could for one tiny sweet moment
change the course of the rivers...

Only the fire knows the distinctions between you...
our favorite element from Monday to Monday when we...

The roses stole your perfume
& it is what still feeds my scars...

Someone told me i should avoid my grave disasters...
but my limitations start to torture me before...

Before you,
the great tragedy...

Lying wordless
the hours fall...

The unexpected always bites my nails.
I am not prepared to spell it...

He sees a strange light
illuminating the room...

She fears
what she writes...