It were not you
at the end of poem. Something...
The bride moon waltzes
with shadow nocturne groom of...
Why bewildered?
There is always something...
Choosing the dusk
before dawn to halt the...
a subject of possibilities
subjected to lost identities...
O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...
Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...
The fear right
below your skin, festers...
From the moisture of the soil and blades of the...
There are little fairies willing to arise...
The wind is blowing,
and all of the tulips are...
Will you break the
golden triangle, one day...
Do not unveil the
wound of errors...