Let me tell you
about the struggle...

Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring...

Every night, her
nostrils search for...

You are waves of guilt,
looking unsullied and sky blue...

I'm selfish
when it comes to you...

Look, the celsius degrees
are sneering at our thirst...

I want to roll
in mud and smell...

This starts with
the defiant, mysterious enemy...

You realize it’s been days
on canned soup, and...

I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

I want to know all of the stars,
denote them with wishes only you...