How is it possible that I feel I've lost...
breaths of freedom, planets I could have...

The name of a child seemed
miniscule at the time when fresh rooms...

While she peers
over my shoulder, and calls you...

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey...

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Heavy...

She said she wants to get away.
I didn't ask "where...

Memory,
a composition of similes...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

It's quiet here with you
when the world outside, and in my mind...

"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this&quot...