How would you describe
the stampede, when there was...

It was not the worth
of a cloud...

You had left me reeling
under the bluebells...

O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung...

Put a candle under
the rose bush...

Unstable like a mercury
drop, when you hold...

I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts...

Genus Viola.
Which gender you want it...

Snakebitten
you raise your hand...

Night melts into tears
day sums up the pain...

Is raining. Since night.
You have no claim on...

A streak of sin was
always there, when I looked...