He held his arms with his hands, and his elbows...
He took his hands from his arms, allowed the veins...

He held his arms with his hands, and his elbows...
He took his hands from his arms, allowed the veins...

I cannot excuse this frozen isolation,
Crawling up and down my spine like a piece of cold...

Peripheral planned deeds.
a past fatality turned around...

So here we meet once again.
Pry at the window with no such consent...

I lit a candle that burned with an echo,
And smothered the emanations upon her canvas...