Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...

Last night, I painted the
perfect picture of our hands...

Tonight is almost beautiful.
Stars feel like mockingbirds...

The more I want you to forsake
this paper...

This soldier had been
sitting on the furthest...

The gifts shops are closed
for now, the red blossoms are black...

Under that white skirt and
light smirk...

i’m sorry i’m a cracked wall
i know...

To bring me food
and books, he goes...

You learnt to turn your fingertips
into curves of light...

We encountered maize
crops on our way to a...

It was only when
you grabbed my shoulders and threw...