The art of losing the
core-hurts, standing in deepest...

It was unbashed invasion,
and then you were paraded naked...

To be honest, there
was no poem today...

Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For...

In search of lost
memory, there was no regret...

Behind the iron mask, with
unsteady hands, I...

It was not,
just a kiss of a zodiac sign...

I do not write about something
or anything. You will...

The summer moon with
poetry and musk...

The milk run appears like
flesh trade. A bigamous...

Life had tossed you in
flames...

A repeat lover,
moon comes back...