It was a perfect
cover...
Birth of dark secrets
would extend in black light...
Shrinking like the
face of moon, dark truth slips...
Don't come near sea,
I ask the moon, braless...
You walk in air
without leaving footprints...
You had arranged
the words to invite me...
Thoughts?
were not picking the words...
When huge trees
walk, the rocks...
I am done for,
jumping the wall of...
Sundown
body becomes blue...
Dear Luang Phi,
it is 4:00a.m. And April, 3...
Paper wasps tend?
to simulate. What...