No heart
No soul...
The loneliest alley was the alley
everyone passing through...
Sorrow espaliered across the width of my...
manages to cast light on it. I suppose that...
When the crucifiers
crusade...
Place me,
a stone nymph...
Her pen name symbolizes
the muse of misfortune...
My weekends are somewhat overly aquired of late.
My time is in demand but without demand also...
I miss the fog of your room.
the morning madness...
How heavy and how
impatient is the river...
The tail of a dog
diving into the water...
Such a strange affair,
between here and there...
Trust in the madness
of which brings all the torments...