Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...
she emulated a woman's structure
waist, small...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
the silk it soothes
it flows it moves...
Other people’s stories hold a certain glamour
that oft feels missing in ones own life...
From white
to white...
I wear two crowns: still a peasant.
Carefully decorated, cardboard with tin...
We live together though
we die separately...
I've always felt I was fire.
In certain circumstances I would burn...
Dewdrops
falling...
It's no secret to me,
I'll make your ears bleed with the sound of...
In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...