the drizzling of promises to
herself have failed her...
I've never had anyone leave me before.
I just thought you should know this...
Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth...
The one Indian
left from all the chiefs is the...
Creativity
Please don’t mind me...
Randomly, I'll remember
bits and pieces of it...
a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...
I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...
Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...
Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...
She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...
it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...