Went to sleep hungry.
with a pale face,shivers...

People are always so willing
to touch the private parts...

Yaki is healing,
everyday, everyday...

It was perhaps january,
when two stars collide...

Its going to be a dry night,
At least for me...

Isnt it so much like me
To always be writing for everyone...

an immigrant
is always an immigrant...

There was something
about the way you...

.
I know I'm a little young...

You live in paradise,
yet you live paranoid...

I wish I could stand right here
and gush about how brave I am...

And i wrote a poem about a poem that i was going...