Wait, was that a gun?
You honestly couldn't tell...

Tonight I'll put you in
the eyes of an Eastern child and close...

When you
were waiting in that car...

I know that now
I should pretend to search for...

It's not your OCD
when you like things...

I had a dream
about you two nights ago and my...

You knew.
That's why you reoccured...

Thursday grabs me
by the chin...

This thirst reminds me
of winter...

I saw him a broken nightingale
with sparkleless eyes and sparkleless...

The chapel,
the flocks of hoopoes...

I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...