Your freckles should not
go like innocence. Sun...

Life inside the doors?
mocks the nature...

In reality? you were
in a ring of fire. I had been...

In a frame of a?
window, I watch...

Tonight moon was
gliding like a swan...

Like Sequoia,
you wanted to grow tall...

Living a death daily,
becomes a normal chore. It was an intense...

I sleep, I wake
for a vigil...

Constrained.
The starlings will...

In unblemished irish,
the vision was a link...

You went tounveil your own
statue, before being shot...

Colored truth,
becomes a hot balloon...