And we bring about something
With inane ramblings forth...

These people are plastic
Their eyes without names shine paper or air...

The world was divided today
And you said "Let's go our own roads.&quot...

Dear phantasm sleeps tonight
We should not fear her bite...

Here I rest in piece
The pieces of me...

Shadows fringe on my paper
Two worldly spectrums combine...

In a dream
She wears a flowered skirt (she always does...